The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella)
Chapter 1320

Nick hadn't chatted with Mirabella for long. After all, he was still on the mend from his injuries and soon drifted off to sleep.

Once he was out, Mirabella got up, gave Atlas a few quick instructions, and slipped out of the hospital room. Back in the next room over, she leaned against the door, feeling her legs go a bit wobbly.

The Stevenson family's real claim to fame wasn't their elixirs but their unique constitution and medical skills, especially a one-of-a-kind acupuncture technique. If someone who'd just died still had a flicker of life, a practitioner could use this technique to transfer their own life force into the other person, basically bringing them back from the edge. But of course, meddling with fate like that wasn't without its hefty price. Still, given the Stevenson family's unique traits, her days spent in a deep sleep had left her feeling just like someone recovering from a bad illness.

James, who'd been waiting around the hospital room, walked over. Seeing her all worn out, he scooped her up, "You okay?"

Mirabella rested her head against his chest and murmured, "Just starving."

James looked down at her, noticing her face had gotten even more slender, and felt a pang in his heart. "I'll get someone to bring some food over soon."

"Mhm," Mirabella murmured, snuggling deeper into his chest.

James tightened his hold, not putting her back on the hospital bed but settling on the couch with her instead. He wrapped her coat around her, "Get some rest. I'll wake you when the food's here."

"Mhm," Mirabella tucked in closer, the cool, woody scent of him oddly comforting, chasing away the cluttered thoughts in her mind.

When her breathing evened out, James fished his phone from his pocket and texted Wyatt to sort out some food.

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About half an hour later, Wyatt showed up at the hospital room, lugging two big food boxes. As soon as he walked in, he caught sight of the two curled up on the couch.

Once again, as the single guy, he silently took another hit. He set the food boxes on a nearby table, then politely backed out of the room. Just as he shut the door, he spotted Atlas heading their way. Over the past few days, they'd gotten pretty familiar, so he quickly pulled him aside, preventing him from knocking.

Atlas looked at him, puzzled.

Wyatt slung an arm around his shoulder, steering him down the corridor, "Hey, Atlas, got a partner?"

Atlas raised an eyebrow. "What?"

He figured Wyatt was asking for trouble.

"Ah, I can tell you don't, so let's not ruin

"Come on, buddy, dinner's on me today."

sony mood for ourselves," Wyatt

Swnovel

Atlas thought about smacking but decided to play nice instead. "Sure, there's a seafood

eline

nearby. Since you're set

it'd be rude to say no." swnovel

Seafood?

Wyatt stumbled but quickly let go of him.

Atlas turned to look at him, "What's up?"

"Nothing... just remembered I might've left something unfinished," Wyatt offered a lame excuse.

Atlas cracked a rare smile, "You'll work better on a full stomach. Let's eat first."

Wyatt, struggling to smile, thought: Might as well go back and deal with a lonely dinner.

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Back in the hospital room, James gently woke Mirabella to eat.

Wyatt had brought over some healthy, stomach-warming porridge and very bland side dishes.

Mirabella looked at the spread, sighed softly, and suddenly empathized with how Zach must have felt, eating nothing but veggies and porridge for two weeks in the hospital. swnovel