Chapter 390
Mirabella descended the stairs. She finished her chicken soup and readied herself to head home.
Tl walk you, James offered, standing up.
Just as Mirabella was about to decline, Wyatt interjected, “Boss, you should still be recovering Let me escort Ms. Mirabella instead.”
James merely cast a casual glance at Wyatt. Was this what they called being attentive?
Feeling an inexplicable dangerous chill, Wyatt shivered.
Without a word, James slowly made his way to the front door, his upright posture belying any sign of weakness. Wyatt stroked his chint, conceding he may have misspoken.
Mirabella, casting a glance at James‘ retreating figure, said nothing more and proceeded outside.
She had told her brother, Zach, she’d be back soon, and now, nearly two hours later, she could only imagine the nagging that awaited her..
When Mirabella and James stepped outside the mansion, they were greeted by the sight of Zach waiting under the streetlight. Pressing her fingers to her temples, Mirabella had anticipated this.
James, noticing Zach from a distance, narrowed his eyes slightly before turning to Mirabella. “Is he waiting for you?”
Mirabella nodded and whispered, “My brother, Zach.”
James‘ expression revealed no surprise. He pondered for a moment before stepping beside Mirabella as they approached Zach.
As they drew near, Mirabella called out with a hint of exasperation, “Zach.”
Zach hummed in response, his gaze quickly shifting to James.
The man had a striking appearance and an air of aristocracy. Zach’s eyes narrowed with an instinctive sharpness. “Mira, who’s this?”
“He used to be my tutor,” Mirabella replied smoothly, without batting an eye.
The corners of James‘ mouth twitched, and he politely nodded at Zach, choosing to ignore the hostility. “Hello there.”
Zach, having heard about this tutor, was taken aback. A tutor in his early twenties? Could that be right? Something didn’t quite add up.
Casting a suspicious glance at his sister and seeing no sign of deceit, Zach greeted James, “Pleased to meet you, sir!”
Hearing Zach’s respectful address, Mirabella covered her face in silent embarrassment, coughed, and then turned to her brother. “Alright, Zach, it’s getting late; we should head home.”
Zach shot her a look. Now she remembered it was late. However, he didn’t press further, simply nodding politely to James before walking home with Mirabella.
James watched their departing figures with a thoughtful gaze, then turned and re–entered the mansion.
Zach grew increasingly skeptical at the entrance and turned to Mirabella, who was keying in the gate code. “Mira, that guy…”
entered the fast digit, Mirabella raised her hand to cut him off, her expression quite serious, Dony
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Zach was speechless. Who could be so audaciously righteous?
The gate awung open, and Mirabella stepped inside.
Zach lingered for a moment, lost in thought, before following her into the yard. Just then, the glare of headlights approached from behind, causing him to pause and turn around.
Seeing their mother returning, Zach promptly opened the gate to let the car in.
