When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0060

Hansel wasn’t one to back down either. He raised his fist and swung back at Paul.

“How dare you hit me? Who do you think you are?” he snarled as he attacked Paul. “When I was being intimate with Miranda back then, your were just a nobody!”

Paul intercepted his punch easily. Unlike Hansel’s furious and hysterical behavior, he remained calm and composed. However, the look in his eyes was cold and steely.

He retorted, “And how about you? Who are you to her? A clingy ex- boyfriend who can’t let go, or a rapist?” His words cut deep and struck at Hansel’s sore spots.

“You’re courting death!” Hansel exerted all his strength to free his fist from Paul. Nonetheless, Paul’s grip remained firm and didn’t budge an inch.

“That’s enough!” Miranda had completely recovered by now. She got up from the couch, her trembling hands clutching Paul’s jacket. She didn’t spare Hansel a glance and turned to Paul.

With her head lowered, she said, “Dr. Jefferson, I’m sorry you had to see such a terrible scene.”

Paul frowned. “Do you need to call the police?”

Miranda remained silent for a moment and replied, “Forget it. Let’s just go.”

“Alright.” Paul respected her decision. He didn’t want to meddle in someone else’s relationship issues.

She continued, “These are my books. … don’t have the strength to carry them now. Can you help me carry them? Thank you.”

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sack of books with one hand. Then, he supported Miranda as they

In a fit of rage,

mansion grew smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror. Six years

first moved in, she’d been filled with hope for the future. She’d imagined them decorating the mansion and managing the

the mansion in this manner. In the end, she’d no longer have anything to do with the mansion. She’d also have no further connection to the man living in

hair. Exhausted, she leaned

silence.

occasionally glanced at her through. the rearview mirror to check on her. When he noticed that she’d

he parked the car on the

Paul just casually watched the

too tired to care. The opportunity to close her

sense how considerate Paul was toward her. She opened her eyes and gave him a complicated look. “Thank you! for

“It was

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freed a smile she wanted to thank him for

to pry into her pevacy, regardless of

or during the

last bit of

Peter