When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0077

Gabby couldn’t understand what Sam could’ve achieved in just ten minutes.

Sam said expressionlessly. “Do you know how the cat died?”

She hesitantly replied, Tm sorry.”

*Just keep your mouth shut now that you’ve got the money.”

Miranda took a shower after she reached home. She decided to read two research papers before going to bed.

The moment she sat down, she received a message from Sam on WhatsApp.

“You left your gloves in my car.” Then, he sent her a photo of a pair of gloves. They were the ones she’d worn that day.

Miranda recalled how she’d taken off the gloves since it had been warm enough in the car. Then, Sam had taken the gloves from her and put them on the side.

She’d completely forgotten to retrieve them before getting out of the car.

“Will you be free to meet up? I’ll bring the gloves to you.”

Miranda thought about it and sent a reply. “Can you give me your address? I’ll send someone to pick them up.”

stay in doesn’t allow entry to delivery people. How about this?

I

your undergraduate studies there too. If it’s alright with you, could you show me around. campus so I

said that he wanted to return her gloves or treat her to a

he’d mentioned that he wanted to ask for a

first place. Miranda felt even more uneasy because Sam had to make

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assistance, and it was something Miranda could help with, she decided to

Friday at 11:00

an “okay” emoji to indicate the

the day they’d agreed to meet, Sam parked his car in the parking lot and walked to the coffee shop. The shop was located on

taste; the shop’s aesthetic interior decoration suited young people’s preferred

students in the coffee

found a table next to the window and sat

few minutes later. When she’d taken her seat, a

gave them the

sentimental ballad sung by a gentle female voice played on an old record player. Sam ordered an iced

gloves in a brown

bag from him. “Thank

beans permeated the air. The temperature in the shop was not too hot or too cold. It was kept just nice. “Do you