Chapter 433
Mirabe cast a casual nce at Wyatt, her expression unfazed. “Really, there’s no shame In blind
dates.”
Wyatt was at a loss for words. The point was, he hadn’t been on a blind date, okay!
James‘ gaze settled on Mirabe’s face, a yful smirk ying on his lips. “This ce? It doesn’t seem
quite your style.”
Mirabe pursed her lips, spreading her hands in resignation. “No choice, couldn’t stay at home. Just
had to tag along with my brother Zach for some matchmaking.”
At the mention of Zach, James arched an eyebrow. “Zach is having blind dates?”
“That’s right.” Mirabe nodded, her gaze drifting to the blind date event nearby. She watched for a few
seconds before turning back to James, her tone teasing as she asked, “So, has your family been
pressuring you to settle down?” She clearly assumed he was there for a blind date, too.
James adjusted his face mask, his voicezy. “Ever seen anyonee to a matchmaking event
wearing one of these?”
Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.
Mirabe conceded the point with a nod, then reconsidered. With James‘ looks, he wouldn’t be caught
dead at a blind date event, even if his family were pushing him to
marry.
“By the way, you’re wee toe over to my ce. It’s quiet there, too. I’ll set you up with
fingerprint ess to the gate,” James offered, responding to Mirabe’s earlierint about not
wanting to be at home.
Mirabe waved the offer off without much thought. “Thanks, but no thanks.”
On the sidelines, Wyatt, ever the diligent servant, quietly contemted the mention of fingerprint
ess. He resolved to arrange it posthaste upon their return. Ms. Mirabe’s reluctance
notwithstanding, it was something he feltpelled to implement.
Mirabe’s eyes, light and carefree, shifted back to the present. “So, if you’re not here for a blind date,
what brings you to this ce?”
“Looking for someone,” James replied nonchntly.
“Oh? Found them yet?” Mirabe asked casually.
“Not yet.” James‘ eyes suddenly took on a mischievous glint as he regarded Mirabe. He had received
an address from Donald, but bumping into Mirabe, a seemed less than coincidental.
Mirabe didn’t pay much mind to James‘ gaze; she didn’t think he’de specifically to find her. After
all, they were neighbors, and he wasn’t the type to be bored.
11:07
Quess you’ll have to keep looking she said.
Wyatt chimed in. “Ms. Mirabe, have you run into any elderly folks here? Maybe in their seventies or
eighties?”
Elderly folks?
Mirabelle thought for a moment and shook her head. “No.”
“Alright then.” Although he expected this answer, disappointment flickered across Wyatt’s face. Donald
did have a knack for stirring things up.
At the mention of the elderly, Mirabe’s thoughts turned to Donald back home, who had a habit of
showing up unannounced, and her mood darkened. She quickly added, “Today, the park is filled mostly
with young men and women looking for love.”
“Hmm.” Wyatt nodded and nced at his employer. Clearing his throat as a subtle hint, he said,
“James, why don’t you chat with Ms. Mirabe for a bit? I’ll take another look around the park.”
With a brief look and a low “Hmm” in response, James acknowledged him. Wyatt soon vanished from
their sight.
Mirabe wrapped her trench coat tighter around herself and settled back down on the bench. She
looked up at James, standing nearby, and after a moment of thought, pulled out a tissue from her bag
to wipe down the seat next to her. She patted the spot clean and said, “It’s clean now.”
James raised an eyebrow at her gesture but didn’t refuse the offer, taking a seat beside her. His
presence wasmanding, and even as he leaned casually against the bench, he exuded a subtle
sense of dominance.
Turning her head to look at him, Mirabe was unaffected by his aura. Instead, a yful curiosity
danced across her beautiful features. “So, what exactly do you do for a living?”
11.0