Chapter 30


    The unassuming ck sedan glided smoothly along, its ordinariness almost a cloak of invisibility under


    the scrutiny of passersby. As the vehicle neared, its rear window slid down halfway, revealing a familiar


    half–face.


    Mirabe paused mid–stride, catching sight of the partial visage, a flicker of recognition crossing her


    face.


    James‘ eyebrows quirked in amusement, his mischievous eyes sparkling with mirth as he caught her


    gaze. “Locked out?” he teased, the corner of his mouth lifting in a half–smile.


    Mirabe’s initial surprise quickly dissipated, reced by a resigned shrug that seemed to say, ‘Isn’t it


    obvious?”


    A soft chuckle escaped James‘ lips before he offered, “Hop in. I’ll get you past the gate.”


    Wyatt, who had been dutifully driving without a word, nearly did a double–take at the sound of his boss‘


    words. Was this really the same man who usually exuded an aura of detached frostiness?


    With an arched brow, Mirabe nced at the security guard standing nearby, noting his passive


    stance. After a brief moment of contemtion, she didn’t decline the unexpected offer. She strode over,


    pulled open the car door, and slid into the backseat with a graceful ease.


    Meanwhile, Summer, approaching from a distance, caught the interaction and pointed toward the


    entrance, her voice tinged with surprise. “Emmitt, isn’t that Mira over there?”


    Emmitt, somewhat preupied as he escorted Summer to school, snapped to attention at her words.


    Following her pointed finger, all he saw was the ck sedan making its way into the school grounds,


    with no sign of Mirabe amidst the crowd. “No, I don’t see her, Summer. Are you sure?” he asked, his


    brow furrowed with confusion.


    Though it was a fleeting glimpse, Summer was quite certain that she had seen Mirabe enter the


    ck car. Emmitt. however, seemed to have missed it.


    Summer pondered briefly. She withdrew her gaze and murmured, “Maybe I was mistaken. It couldn’t


    have been Mira getting into a stranger’s car.”


    She spoke thest part almost under her breath, too softly for Emmitt to catch properly. “What


    stranger’s car?” he inquired, seeking rity.


    Summer hesitated, then shook her head dismissively. “Never mind.” After a brief pause, she added,


    ‘Emmitt, I should head in. Thanks for going out of your way to bring me to school today.”


    Emmitt responded with a simple wave and a smile, which gradually faded as Summer’s figure


    disappeared through the school gates. Was his sister in a stranger’s car?


    Inside the car, Mirabe turned her head to look at James with a yful tilt of her head, resting her


    cheek on her hand. “What a coincidence, neighbor boy.”


    The term ‘neighbor boy‘ made James‘ lips twitch involuntarily, a wry sense of resignation washing over


    his handsome features. His voice, low and steady, corrected her gently, “James. That’s my name.”


    As his words settled, the car experienced a brief jolt. James raised an eyebrow, casting a casual nce


    at Wyatt, who sat ramrod straight in the driver’s seat, avoiding any and all eye contact with the rearview


    mirror.


    Unperturbed by the subtle tension in the car, Mirabe maintained her nonchnt demeanor,


    murmuring. “James… It’s a nice name.”


    James shifted in his seat, crossing his legsfortably. His tone was light as he probed, “And the


    person attached to the name? Am I not appealing?”


    “It’s been a few days, and yet your skin seems to have thickened considerably,” Mirabe shot back


    with a sideways. nce.


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    A softugh escaped James as his expression turned more serious. “What was going on at the school


    gate?” he inquired.