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. “Then wash your

had been all over her phone. From that point on, her only task was to eat, while Paul managed the

me–eat something yourself!”

her plate

it nearly burned her, she sucked in a sharp breath

a cold drink.

a few quick sips, finally feeling

asked, amused by her rare

nodded, “Much better, though my tongue still feels a little

let me see. His tone was so casual that she instinctively did as he asked and stuck.

suddenly realized what she was doing. Her cheeks flushed, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the warmth of the room or the heat

leaned back. “It looks fine. The heat has irritated it a

water should help.”

taking a couple more

is this?” she asked, trying to change the

called mushroom of

tiny and cute… she murmured as he placed

“Yeah,” Paul replied.

“Yeah?” Miranda thought, puzzled.

glanced at her,

been talking about the mushroom–but why was

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