<b>Chapter </b><b>399 </b>


    Wyatt shed an awkward smile at Curtis, who hadn’t heard his previous mumble <b>and </b>shook his head. “It’s nothing.”


    Curtis <b>nced </b><b>at </b>him and put his headphones back on. “Don’t bother me if it’s nothing<b>.</b><b>” </b>


    <b>His </b>voice dripped with annoyance.


    Wyatt craned his neck to peek at Curtis‘puter screen, which was covered with what looked like gibberish running amok, and asked<b>, </b>“What are you hacking into now?”


    Curtis‘ noise–cancelling headphones,bined with the sounds already ying in his ears, meant he didn’t hear Wyatt’s question. With Curtis‘ dismissive attitude and iprehensible chaos on the screen, Wyatt pursed his lips and walked back out of the den.


    No sooner had he left than the number seven shed on Curtis‘puter screen. He sighed at the sight.


    Still in seventh ce.


    He couldn’t help but wonder what insane levels the top two hackers on the leaderboard had concocted that seemed imprable. Curtis took off his headphones and closed hisptop, setting it aside on the desk.


    James had finished his dinner and wandered into the living room, where he caught a glimpse of Mirabe curled upzily on the couch, engrossed in her phone. He paused briefly.


    She was swathed in an oversized hoodie, which made her look rather petite. Strands of her long hair fell across her delicate profile, adding to the tranquility of the scene.


    Feeling his gaze, Mirabe looked up, her eyebrows arching in question at the sight of James standing still.


    James‘ eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked over, settling down not far from her. He draped his arm casually over the back of the couch, his posture rxed as he nced at the TV and asked nonchntly. “Wanna watch something?”


    Mirabe chuckled, and she tucked her phone into her jacket pocket. Shifting closer to James, she said, “No need for TV, but I do need to check your pulse.“,


    “Sure.”


    James sat up a little, extending his hand toward her, his voice soft, “Then take a good look“>


    Mirabe nced at him and then ced her fingers on his wrist. A few secondster, she withdrew her hand, “You’re just a bit stressed, nothing else.”


    Wyatt, who had been listening, asked, “What does that mean exactly?”


    It sounded… well, a bit suggestive to him.


    Wyatt nced at his boss‘ lower abdomen. Noticing his gaze, James‘ face darkened instantly.


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow, her response tinged with amusement, “Google it, and you’ll find everything.” Hearing this, Wyatt shook his head. It was probably something that would wound James‘ pride; <b>it </b>was best not to look it up. But Wyatt couldn’t help but wonder how James ended up ‘stressed?‘


    Pondering and stroking his chin, Wyatt asked again, “So, how do we fix this?”


    James massaged his temples. “You could start by being quiet.”


    Wyatt immediately mped his mouth shut.


    Mirabe looked sideways at James, noting a faint blush on his ears. Was this man actually <b>capable </b>of


    Chapter <b>199 </b>


    feeling shy?


    As she caught James‘ eye, he covered his mouth and coughed. His features flushed a deeper shade of red, inexplicably enchanting.


    Mirabe averted her gaze, slid her legs off the couch, slipped on her <b>slippers</b>, and stood up.


    After a moment of thought, she said, “I’lle by tomorrow to give you another acupuncture session, but you’ll need to prepare some herbs. I’ll send you a list on Messenger.”