When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0480

“Dr. Jefferson, are you done?”

Miranda’s voice snapped Paul out of his daze.

“Yeah, it’s done.”

“Thanks.”

Paul’s gaze drifted back to Miranda’s waist again. He wasn’t thinking about anything inappropriate, but because she was so thin. He wondered if she had been eating properly.

Hansel sat in front of the vanity, lost in thought as day turned to dusk and dusk faded into dawn. He wanted to sleep, but he just couldn’t.

His mind relentlessly replayed memories, both the sweet moments he had shared with Miranda and the countless times he had been a complete jerk. As the first light broke on the horizon, he finally pulled himself out of the mire of nostalgia.

At 8:00 am, the city was buzzing with the rush hour crowd. He changed into fresh clothes and drove to the best dessert shop on Brookside Lane. A trip that usually took half an hour stretched into a full hour.

“Hello, I’d like a whole mango crepe cake, please.”

The server blinked in surprise. “Whole or sliced?”

“Whole.”

“You’re in luck. We just finished the first one and were about to cut it. If you’d arrived two minutes later, you would have had to wait for the next batch,” the server said.

Hansel hummed lightly.

server boxed up the cake, she remarked, “You’re here

ex–girlfriend

those romance novels she read, though

wasn’t in the mood for conversation. He took the cake, got in his car,

behind the counter, watched through the glass door. “Wow… a sports car,”

lifted right out

and Sebastian were heading to

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she didn’t expect him to respond anyway. “How about we grab something to drink

He knew she would keep talking no matter what, so he

You’re being

go with you to get one,”

no

hesitated before answering, “But

right?” She had heard that line a million times. “You could just get something low–fat and

drinks are a scam. If you

get it–you’re fit. Congrats! You don’t need

don’t want others to mention your weight, why