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.

asking much, she simply raised the thermos

some pumpkin soup last night and let it simmer on low heat until the morning. People who pull all–nighters usually don’t have good appetites, so I think having some pumpkin soup

anything. However, it was probably because

so her

“Thanks.”

home the other night. I should be thanking

+15 BONUS

would’ve been along my way anyway.”

to drop by her house. She probably

it was almost time for the appointment. “I should get going. Please have the pumpkin soup and

“Alright.”

Paul finally entered his apartment. He opened the thermos, and a delicious aroma drifted into

creamy soup. He took a bite and found it to be the right level

them, but now he

didn’t taste as bad as

a weekday, the subway was so packed that Miranda barely had

end up flattened into a pancake, but fortunately,

house, she’d registered herself as a visitor. Hence, the guard let her through

the doorbell. However, the person

out a noise of confusion when he saw Miranda. As though he just

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