When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0013

Paul kept quiet. To him, food was merely something he needed to replenish his energy. It didn’t matter how it tasted. “I’m done washing the vegetables.”

Miranda took a glance at them. The washed red bell peppers and lettuce were arranged nicely together. It was evident that Paul was a neat freak.

“What are you smiling at?” Paul seemed puzzled.

Miranda cleared her throat. “It’s nothing. You can leave the rest to me.”

“Sure.” Nodding, Paul wiped his hands dry.

Miranda whipped up a good number of mild dishes. They were all Christine’s favorites and food that she could eat in her condition.

“To think you still remember…” Christine sighed.

After lunch, Miranda took the initiative to tidy up the table. Paul also helped her out on his own accord.

Under the glow of the yellowish light, he seemed taller. From where Miranda stood, his well–defined side profile reminded her of the statues from ancient Romenia with sharp jawlines.

Christine stood by the kitchen door. “Mimi, how did you come to know Paul?”

student she favored most. She’d wanted to introduce them to each other all along. She hadn’t expected them to get

from the doorway, shouting, “Dr. Young, you have a

went to the living

meet you, Dr. Young. I’m Tina Johnson. I visited

nodded. “I remember you. Please have a

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smile widened. “I heard you’re still recovering, so I brought

contained specialty tea, gourmet honey, saffron,

spot for the postgraduate

you. I appreciate your kind gesture, but you should keep those supplements. As for the postgraduate program, I recruit students

what Christine had said when they’d met in the hospital. She’d said that Tina had

“Dr. Young, I-

guests. I won’t keep you any longer. I’ll get Wilson to help you carry that gift

there was no way the latter

had gone wrong. As she left, feeling

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exclaimed. “W–Why are you

a tacky apron. She was also holding a black

However, she quickly put

Tina. The latter was proud and squeamish, like any typical young lady from a well–to–do family.