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.

much, she simply raised the

until the morning. People who pull all–nighters usually don’t have

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 was

eat something light, so her

“Thanks.”

home the other night. I

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raised an eyebrow. “We’re just neighbors, so it would’ve been along

asked me to drop by her house. She

it was almost time for the appointment.

“Alright.”

watching Miranda disappear around the corner, Paul finally entered his apartment. He opened the thermos, and a delicious aroma

small chunks of pumpkin in the creamy soup. He took a

didn’t usually enjoy them, but now he carefully

bad

the subway was so packed that Miranda barely had any

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

Christine’s house, she’d registered herself as a

person

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

to get some reference materials when he’d heard the doorbell, so he’d naturally gone to open the door. When he