When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0069

It had gotten dark outside pretty early since it was wintertime.

Before 7:00 pm, the street lamps lining either oldes of the road lit up. The lights gave people a sense of warmth on this cold night.

Walking from the subway station to Bedford College, one would pass by a street of shops and vendors selling a variety of items.

When Miranda and Paul passed by the area, the former heard the sound of someone hollering that they had baked potatoes on sale.

She blinked a few times, her eyes felt a little prickly because of the chylly wind. She glanced at Paul and said, “Wait here for a bit.”

Paul stood there for a while. Two minutes later, he saw her coming back with two hot, baked potatoes in her hands.

“Here” Hot steam rose from the potato when Miranda separated hers in half. The potato was soft but a little too hot

Miranda blew on the potato to cool it off. When she tried taking another small bite, she could taste how soft it was. Her face broke into a smile.

She looked at Paul. “Is yours soft?”

He nodded. It was the first time he’d had such a delicious and soft

baked potato in his life.

“Right? I’ve always had pretty good luck. I can always find the soft

made Paul’s lips curl slightly. Even his eyes looked like they were

the time they reached

Miranda opened the door, the warm temperature

heating warmed up her body instantly. Then, she carried her books and stationery

up and arranging them on the shelf. Eventually,

the book out and knocked on

shower first

of the bathroom. Still, he went to check who it was when he heard someone knocking on the

Aurenese last week. I almost forgot to return it to

little nervous when she caught a whiff of

spotted a sticky note still stuck

writing She’d drawn a tiny, cute person with a determined expression wearing a headband on the bottom

sticky note

saying “I just doodled

smile widen. She quickly changed the topic. “By the way, will you be free soon? After the exam is over, I

her with preparing

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incident at the mansion. All

earnest look in Miranda’s eyes. He didn’t turn down her

“Why don’t we just have a meal at home? I prefer