When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0009

It had been a long while since Miranda had done something on her own.

While she hadn’t exactly been waited on during the few years she’d lived with Hansel, this was still the first time she’d donesomething that involved so much of her physical energy.

Even though money had been tight the first few years when Hansel had started his business, she still hadn’t had to clean the entire mansion on her own because they’d hired an hourly helper every week for the major cleaning.

After she was done with one tin of paint, Miranda could feel her waist aching. She really wasn’t used to physical labor like this after so long.

She went out of her apartment to the corridor to fetch more tins of paint. However, she accidentally tripped over herself and spilled one of tins over. Luckily, she managed to save it before it made a huge mess, but it still caused a few paint splotches at her neighbor’s door.

Miranda hurriedly went to grab a mop to clean it up. Halfway through, the door suddenly opened.

She looked up to meet her neighbor’s eyes, meaning to apologize, but she didn’t expect to see a familiar face looking back at her.

“You’re living here too?”

“What are you doing here?”

They spoke at the same time.

Paul looked at the ground, then at the tins of paint behind Miranda.

you’re the neighbor who moved

as you see it. I guess we’ll be neighbors from today

the

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Miranda? Why had

living in by herself. There wasn’t even an elevator in the building.

or talk because he was mad that she’d messed up the corridor right

I spilled some paint, and it splattered on your door. I’ll clean

at once.”

hurriedly cleaned up the mess and made it spotless as quickly as possible. While going downstairs, she pointed at the bag of trash in Paul’s hand and

he brought out a ladder from his unit and gave it to her. “It’ll be a little more convenient for you

“Thank you.”

managed to paint the walls a lot faster and more efficiently with the

the walls of her apartment. At once,

that and bought a couch set and some tables and chairs. She then added some finishing decorating touches to the

was dark out by the time Miranda was done sprucing up her apartment. She massaged her shoulders slightly and

the warm–colored light shining down from the ceiling, her apartment looked nothing like it did earlier in the day. Everything looked brand–new. It was

her bedroom.