When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 662

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Paul asked, “Had lunch yet?”

“Not yet. You?” Miranda asked in return.

“Funny, neither have I.”

They then exchanged glances, and a quiet understanding settled between them.

20 minutes later, Paul and Miranda were sitting in a barbecue restaurant.

The meat sizzled on the grill, releasing its delicious aroma as he grilled it to perfection. Once the meat was browned and slightly crisped, he wrapped the meat with a piece of vegetable and handed it to her.

Miranda, who was busy replying to messages on her phone, paused as she was momentarily surprised.” Dr. Jefferson, I can do it myself.

But Paul held it out insistently. “Open up.

Miranda froze, feeling unsure.

He chuckled, “Aren’t you still replying to messages? Are you sure you want to do it yourself?”

She quickly put her phone down and reached for the food. “I’m done now. I can do it myself.”

her plate instead. “Then

been all over her phone. From that point on, her only task was to

something yourself!” she

her plate was never

a piece of beef that was so juicy it nearly burned her, she sucked in a sharp breath as the heat

her a

quick sips, finally feeling

better?” he asked, amused by her rare moment

though my tongue still feels

see. His tone was so casual that she instinctively did as

sure if it was

“It looks fine. The heat has irritated it

water should help.”

stammered, taking a couple more gulps of ice water to cool her

mushroom is this?” she asked, trying to

also called mushroom of the sun,

murmured as he placed a few more onto her

“Yeah,” Paul replied.

“Yeah?” Miranda thought, puzzled.

glanced at her, “Yeah,

talking about the mushroom–but why was her face getting hot

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