When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0422

In the following days, that feeling grew stronger. Normally, Paul would leave at least one evening each week for a night run.

Once, Miranda heard some noises in the hallway and opened her door, only to find he had already

returned home.

That wasn’t the only strange thing. Paul usually took one or two days off each month to rest, but Miranda hadn’t seen his door open even once.

There was even one time when she opened her door and saw his door cracked open slightly, but it quickly shut again as if he had heard her.

“What on earth?” Miranda thought to herself.

She was genuinely confused. She began to wonder if she had offended him somehow, but no matter how much she tried to remember, she couldn’t think of anything.

If only she could catch him in person, Miranda would have directly asked what was going on. Why was he avoiding her like this?

Meanwhile, Paul stood by the window after hearing her footsteps fade into the distance. He glanced outside and, sure enough, saw her walking away. Only after she was out of sight did he withdraw his complicated gaze.

It wasn’t that he wanted to avoid her. He simply had no choice.

The first time he had that kind of dream, he chalked it up to being an accident. It was probably a random physiological response. But after seeing her again outside the cafeteria, that night, Paul had another similar dream–this one more vivid, more intense, and even more shameful.

In the dream, he was like a wild animal, out of control, Ignoring the woman’s weak pleas as he mercilessly pinned her down. He was relentless, unstoppable, even

This dream was more detailed than the first. When he woke up, every moment replayed in his mind like a reel on repeat.

Frustrated and embarrassed, he stripped the sheets off his bed, tossing them into the washing machine with a deep sense of regret.

He couldn’t understand how he could have such dreams. How could he disrespect a woman like that?

Yes, it was disrespectful.

overwhelming self–loathing had made it impossible for him to face Miranda. What if he saw her and had the same thoughts again? How could

Paul’s Inner turmoil, Susan dropped off meals for him

said to her husband, “Paul seems to be in a bad mood lately. He’s only been asking

didn’t know what to say

Chapter 0422

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smoothly, and the relationship among

tired of eating at the university cafeteria, the trio decided to grab lunch

afternoon plans,

and Sebastian looked

“What’s up?” Sebastian asked.

the distance. “Look, it’s your ex–boyfriend,” she said while pointing

Was it too late

already spotted her and was now striding toward them, holding a bouquet

Seb, I’m feeling a bit thirsty. Let’s grab a drink from the convenience.

Miranda, then at Madison, and nodded in agreement before the two

feel like pretending anymore. “Hansel, are you

froze for

up a year ago. Can you

a word, he shoved the bouquet into her

felt exhausted. She had repeated the same thing too many times. “It’s pointless. You have

the only woman I

let out a bitter laugh. “That’s funny. On Calvin’s birthday, you weren’t saying that when you had

and I want to make things official with her. The words from back then were now like sharp slaps on

I’d mistaken the fake for the real thing and gave up on

no matter what, need to say it. The woman I’ve always loved–and will always love- is you. Mimi… forgive me,

spot, when you agreed to be my girlfriend. Can’t you give me

him, speaking each word clearly. “No. I can’t. If you still feel even a