<b>Chapter </b>390
Mirabe <b>descended </b><b>the </b><b>stairs</b>. She finished her chicken soup and readied herself to head home.
<b>Tl </b>walk <b>you</b><b>, </b>James <b>offered</b><b>, </b>standing <b>up</b><b>. </b>
<b>Just </b><b>as </b><b>Mirabe </b>was <b>about </b><b>to decline</b>, Wyatt interjected<b>, </b>“Boss, you should still be recovering Let me <b>escort </b><b>Ms. </b><b>Mirabe </b><b>instead</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
James <b>merely </b>cast <b>a </b>casual <b>nce </b><b>at </b><b>Wyatt</b>. Was this what they called being attentive?
<b>Feeling </b>an <b>inexplicable </b>dangerous chill, Wyatt shivered.
Without a word, James <b>slowly </b>made <b>his </b>way to the front door, his upright posture belying any sign of weakness. Wyatt stroked his chint<b>, </b>conceding he may have misspoken.
Mirabe, casting a nce 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 hourster, she could only imagine the nagging that awaited her..
When Mirabe and James stepped outside the mansion, they were greeted by the sight of Zach waiting under the streetlight. Pressing her fingers to her temples, Mirabe had anticipated this.
James, noticing Zach from a distance, narrowed his eyes slightly before turning to Mirabe. “Is he <b>waiting </b>for <b>you</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
Mirabe nodded and whispered, “My brother, Zach.”
James‘ expression revealed no surprise. He pondered for a moment before stepping beside Mirabe as they approached Zach.
As they drew near, Mirabe 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<b>?</b>”
“He used <b>to </b>be my tutor,” Mirabe replied smoothly, without batting an eye.
The corners of James‘ mouth twitched, and he politely nodded at Zach, choosing to ignore the hostility. “Hello <b>there</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
Zach, having heard about this tutor, was taken aback. A tutor in his early twenties? Could that be right<b>? </b>Something <b>didn’t </b>quite add up.
<b>Casting </b>a suspicious nce at his sister and seeing no sign of <b>deceit</b>, Zach greeted James, “Pleased <b>to </b><b>meet </b><b>you</b><b>, </b>sir!”
Hearing Zach’s respectful address, Mirabe covered her face in silent embarrassment<b>, </b>coughed<b>, </b>and then turned to her brother. “Alright, Zach, it’s gettingte<b>; </b>we should head <b>home</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
<b>Zach </b>shot her <b>a </b><b>look</b><b>. </b>Now she remembered <b>it </b>was <bte</b>. However, he <b>didn’t </b>press further<b>, </b><b>simply </b><b>nodding </b><b>politely </b><b>to </b>James before walking <b>home </b>with Mirabe.
James watched their departing figures with <b>a </b>thoughtful <b>gaze</b><b>, </b><b>then </b><b>turned </b><b>and </b><b>re</b><b>–</b><b>entered </b><b>the </b>mansion.
Zach <b>grew </b>increasingly <b>skeptical </b><b>at </b><b>the </b><b>entrance and </b><b>turned </b><b>to </b>Mirabe<b>, </b>who was <b>keying </b><b>in the </b>gate <b>code</b>. “<b>Mira</b><b>, </b>that guy…”
entered the fast digit, Mirabe raised <b>her </b><b>hand </b>to <b>cut </b><b>him </b>off, her <b>expression </b><b>quite </b>serious, Dony
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Zach was speechless. <b>Who </b><b>could </b><b>be </b>so <b>audaciously </b>righteous?
<b>The </b>gate <b>awung open</b>, and <b>Mirabe </b>stepped inside.
Zach lingered <b>for </b><b>a </b>moment<b>, </b>lost <b>in </b>thought, before following her into the yard. Just then<b>, </b>the re <b>of </b><b>headlights </b><b>approached </b><b>from </b>behind, causing him to pause and turn around.
Seeing <b>their </b>mother <b>returning</b>, <b>Zach </b>promptly opened the gate to let the car in.