James tapped his fingers on his knee, letting out a grunt before speaking up, “So, you really think a grand is enough to get rid of me?”
Mirabella raised an eyebrow, gripping the medicine box tighter as she tilted her head to look at him.
James's mouth twitched into a half-smile, choosing to overlook her gesture. “What, no dinner invitation?”
At the mention of food, Mirabella's face brightened, and she flashed an enthusiastic ‘okay’ sign with her hand. “Sure thing. Let’s hit up Knox's Herb & Hearth sometime soon. Could use a bit of pampering and, you know, that whole wellness vibe.”
James: “...”
Just then, Mirabella's messenger app pinged with a new message. She glanced down at her phone and quickly said, “Gotta dash, hun. We’ll catch up later.”
With that, she stood up and walked out with purpose.
Watching her retreating figure, James rubbed his temples in frustration. Was this a case of losing money and company?
As that thought passed through his mind, his phone buzzed on the coffee table with a notification. It was a bank transfer alert.
【9999999】
There was no sender's information, but it wasn’t hard to guess who it was from.
James held his phone, lost in thought, not really surprised that she knew his personal account details. His finger tapped the screen lightly, and a playful smile spread across his lips. His eyes scanned the amount once more. Was it meant to symbolize 'forever'?
*
Back home, Mirabella put away the medicine box and changed her clothes, ready to head out again.
“Mirabella, where are you off to?” Zach had just rolled out of bed, stumbled downstairs for a glass of water, and upon seeing his sister all dressed up, he casually asked.
Mirabella's eyebrows lifted slightly, “Autumn invited me out for lunch.”
At the mention of Autumn's name, Zach, who had recently been blocked on messenger, immediately perked up. “How’d she end up inviting you?”
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