When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0034

Studying was dull and boring, but Miranda surprisingly found herself used to it.

After another day of class, she went home. Rubbing her shoulders, she was planning on having an early night when she unexpectedly received a call from Christine.

Christine first asked how her revision was going, so Miranda gave her a quick update on her progress.

The former didn’t press for details. She didn’t seem worried about Miranda at all.

Miranda burst out laughing. Then, she heard Christine say, “Drop by my house tomorrow morning.”

Afterward, she hung up the phone hurriedly, as though she was afraid that Miranda would refuse if she stayed on the line any longer.

The next day, Miranda got up early and spent half an hour making breakfast. Of course, she didn’t forget to make some for Paul too.

She hadn’t heard the door next door open a single time, even when she’d fallen asleep. He must have pulled an all–nighter at the lab again.

When she opened the door, she ran into Paul, who’d just returned.

Two weeks had passed since that rainy night. He must have just returned from the lab because his usually neat and tidy clothing was rumpled. The exhaustion in his eyes was obvious.

Miranda thought about the conversation she’d heard the last time and guessed that he must have run into a little issue at the lab.

raised the thermos in her

pull all–nighters usually don’t have good appetites, so I

anything. However, it was probably because he hadn’t been eating regularly for

light, so her

“Thanks.”

I should be thanking you.” She smiled

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been

“Dr. Young asked me to drop

that it was almost time for the appointment. “I should get going. Please have the pumpkin soup and boiled eggs while they’re

“Alright.”

apartment. He opened the thermos,

creamy soup. He took a bite and found it

eggs were just normal boiled eggs. He didn’t usually enjoy them, but now he carefully peeled

bad as he’d thought it

packed

that she’d end up flattened into a pancake, but fortunately, her nimble movements helped her escape

registered herself as a visitor. Hence, the guard

pressed the doorbell. However, the person who opened the door wasn’t

of confusion when he saw Miranda. As though

reference materials when he’d heard the doorbell, so he’d naturally gone to