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 think having some pumpkin soup will

past few times Paul had pulled all–nighters, he’d never felt ill or anything. However, it was probably because he hadn’t been eating regularly for the past two days, but his stomach

so her pumpkin

“Thanks.”

I should be

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neighbors, so it would’ve been along my way anyway.” He then

asked me to drop by her house. She

at her watch and saw that it was almost time for the appointment. “I should get going.

“Alright.”

watching Miranda disappear around the corner, Paul finally entered his apartment. He opened the

He took a bite and found it to

didn’t usually enjoy them, but now

as bad as

weekday, the subway was so packed that Miranda barely had

crowd to squeeze through. She thought that she’d end up flattened into a pancake, but fortunately, her nimble movements helped her escape that

last time she’d visited Christine’s house, she’d registered herself as a visitor. Hence, the guard let her through

the doorbell. However, the person who opened

he saw Miranda. As though he just remembered something, he

when he’d heard the doorbell, so he’d naturally gone to open the door.