The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1484

James didn't eat much. After putting down his fork, he casually asked, "Was that a call from your brother?"

Mirabella nodded, paused for two seconds, and then added, "It's okay if we head back late."

Hearing this, the corners of James's lips lifted in an almost imperceptible smile, his eyes dark and striking against his fair skin.

He signaled for the waiter to come over so they could pay the bill.

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When Mirabella got home, half an hour had passed. Her usually pale cheeks were now tinged with pink, especially her lips, which were as red and vibrant as roses blooming on a winter's branch.

Delilah took a closer look at her daughter, feeling that the girl seemed somewhat different after just one outing. Her gaze suddenly fell on Mirabella's neck, and she asked with a hint of suspicion, "Honey, did you wear a scarf when you went out?"

Mirabella, without changing her expression, adjusted the scarf around her neck and replied, "Yes, I did."

"Really?" Delilah felt there was still something off.

She couldn't recall her daughter owning such a red scarf.

"Yes, you probably just didn't notice," Mirabella said as she walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of cold cola. The icy beverage slid down her throat, soothing the heat within.

Knowing her daughter always spoke the truth, Delilah didn't pursue the matter further.

Seeing that Delilah had no further questions, Mirabella finished her cola and decided not to watch the New Year's special on TV anymore, quickly retreating to her room.

Hearing his voice, the sour emotions that had started to well up inside Mirabella seemed to dissipate in an instant. Holding the phone, she replied, "Happy New Year."

There was a knock on the door. Mirabella looked up, quickly hung up the phone, and walked to the door.

Opening it, she found Emmitt standing outside, looking somewhat uneasy as he avoided meeting Mirabella's gaze, simply handing over a carefully prepared New Year's gift and saying in a low voice, "Happy New Year."

Mirabella looked at the cautious Emmitt, her previous prejudices gone. Now, there was only remorse and a clumsy desire to make amends.

She was silent for two seconds before extending her hand to accept the gift, "Thank you, Emmitt. Happy New Year to you too."

Hearing his sister's voice, which still carried a hint of distance, Emmitt sensed something was different. He mustered the courage to look up at Mirabella.