When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0491

Paul stood by the elevator on the third floor, seemingly ready to go downstairs to look for someone. Following a chime, the elevator doors opened, and Miranda stepped out.

“Dr. Jefferson,” she greeted.

“Where’d you go?”

“Where are you headed?”

They both asked at the same time, though their tones were entirely different. Miranda sounded relaxed, while Paul seemed slightly anxious, with a hint of worry underlying his voice.

“I ran into Mr. Cooper downstairs, and it held me up for a bit. Here… some water for you, Dr. Jefferson,” Miranda said, taking a bottle from the bag and handing it to him..

Paul glanced at the logo on the bag. It was from the import store on the opposite street. He realized that Miranda probably wouldn’t have gone that far herself, so he asked, “Did he buy it?”

“Yes. I watched over his grandparents while he went to the store across the street. They only drink this brand of water,” she explained.

Paul then took the bottle from her. Miranda looked toward the venue and asked, “So, is it over?”

Paul shook his head. “Not yet. There’s still a line, so it might take a little while.”

Remembering how embarrassed she’d felt earlier, Miranda wasn’t eager to go back inside and get jostled again. But then, she noticed the book in Paul’s hand. “Are you going to line up for a signature, Dr. Jefferson?”

“I’ll wait until the end. I don’t want to squeeze in with the crowd.”

Miranda agreed enthusiastically, nodding. That was exactly how she

out a

you laughing at, Dr. Jefferson?” Miranda

a cough, quickly putting

I feel like he’s

pm, but it

they opened their books and placed

please give me a

Mrs. Sutton,” Paul added

her daughter standing there with a bright smile. Beside her was Paul, smiling

Mindy was struck by the image they made–a picture–perfect

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pen. She signed Miranda’s book with the words, “Sail with the wind and waves;

vast sea.”

atop the highest peak to see all the mountains

to treat them all to

can that be? If anyone’s

I got Mrs. Sutton’s personal inscription–isn’t that worth

was speechless. He

what she’d like to eat, and she said she was fine with anything. He turned to Lionel, who responded, “I’m not picky. Whatever Mimi