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 wash your

fingers had been all over her phone. From that point on,

just serve me–eat something yourself!”

Yet her plate was

into a piece of beef that was so juicy it nearly

a cold drink. “Take

took a few quick sips, finally feeling some

amused by her rare

though my tongue still feels

casual that she instinctively did as he asked and stuck.

though she wasn’t sure if it was

irritated it a

water should help.”

taking a couple

what kind of mushroom is this?” she asked, trying

called mushroom of

as he placed a few more onto

“Yeah,” Paul replied.

“Yeah?” Miranda thought, puzzled.

glanced at her, “Yeah, pretty

about the mushroom–but

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