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.”

placed it on her plate instead.

that point on, her only task was to eat, while Paul managed the grilling, placing each perfectly cooked

don’t just serve me–eat something

he replied. Yet her plate was

of beef that was so juicy it nearly burned her, she sucked in a

quickly handed her a cold drink. “Take

took a few quick sips, finally feeling

he asked, amused by her rare moment

though my tongue

that she instinctively did as he asked and stuck. out

was doing. Her cheeks flushed, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the warmth of the room or the heat of the grill. She quickly straightened in

back. “It looks fine. The heat has irritated it a bit, but

water should help.”

taking a couple more gulps of ice water

kind of mushroom is this?”

also called mushroom

as he placed

“Yeah,” Paul replied.

“Yeah?” Miranda thought, puzzled.

her, “Yeah,

been talking about

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