Chapter 1870

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Mirabella casually rested her fingertips on her chin, tilting her head slightly. "Aren't you going to see your dad off at the airport?"

James paused for a moment, thinking it over. "Well, if his daughter-in-law goes instead, he might be even happier."

Mirabella glanced at him. "What time are we talking?"

"Three thirty."

"Alright, then."

She nodded, agreeing without any fuss. James hummed in response, casually spinning his phone around in his fingers. After checking the time, he set it down and shifted gears. "What do you feel like eating for lunch?"

The sudden change in topic caught Mirabella off guard. She quickly rattled off a few dish names, not holding back. "... Yeah, that sounds good."

James stood up, smiling at Mirabella without a word, his gaze lingering.

Feeling the intensity of his stare, Mirabella grabbed a nearby sofa cushion,

hugged it, and rested her chin on top, her whole demeanor relaxed as she quickly backtracked. "Whatever you fancy, I'm easy," she said.

James raised an eyebrow, his voice dropping a notch. "Anything?"

Taken aback, Mirabella's cheek twitched, and she threw up her hands. "I mean, whatever Chef James decides to make, I'll eat."

"Actually, I was just hoping you'd help with the salad," James said slowly.

Mirabella blinked, "...?"

James chuckled, his eyes tracing over her outstretched hand, her slender fingers and fair palm with a soft pink hue, so exquisite they seemed like a piece of art he'd want to keep forever.

Then, with a soft sigh, James said, "Never mind, I can't bear to make you work."

With that, he turned and headed to the kitchen.

Mirabella watched him walk away until he was out of sight, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Too bad James missed that look.

After lunch, they left the house and headed straight for the airport.

As the car eased out of the garage something flickered in the rearview mirror. Mirabella caught it out of the corner of her eye, so she towered the window and glanced back.

But there was nothing there. Just a trick of the eye, it seemed.

Seeing her look out the window, James glanced at the rearview mirror too. "What's up?"

Mirabella pulled her gaze back and shook her head. "Nothing, probably just seeing things."

Right then, her phone buzzed with a series of notifications, pulling her back to the present.

It was Dylan, bombarding her with messages about the robot.

In a good mood, Mirabella decided to spill the beans, mentioning that the robot was being shipped back home today.

On the other end, Dylan read the messages and couldn't stay calm He immediately called Mirabella his voice tinged with urgency, "Seriously? You couldn't at least let me see it before it leaves!"

The anticipation had been eating at him, waiting for the finished product.

Mirabella rested her arm on the car door, the breeze scattering her hair as she listened to Dylan's almost

tearful tone. She raised an eyebrow, "Don't worry, I send you the full program."

Dylan was somewhat reassured but still felt a pang of disappointment. "It's not the

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With a sigh, Mirabella pressed her fingers to her brow. "There's no way, it's already at the airport."

"It's already gone" Dylan, who had been sitting, leaped up in agitation, "No way, tell me the flight details. I'll see if there's any chance to intercept it."

Mirabella: ""

Was her surrogate son seriously losing it?