When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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Silas said, “Still pretending you’re not into Miranda? You’re this worked up over her–it’s obvious you care. Guess I finally got you to admit it.”

Paul stayed silent.

Silas continued, “If you’re unsure, just ask her. Be direct. You said it yourself–Miranda doesn’t like people beating around the bush.”

Paul looked thoughtful.

“Stop dragging your feet! Wait too long, and she’ll end up with someone else. Let’s be real. You won’t get anything done until you clear this up.”

“Who says I’m not getting anything done?”

“Ha! You’re messing up basic data and still claiming that?” Silas pointed at the screen. ” Stubborn as ever.”

Paul glanced at the monitor, and a flicker of embarrassment crossed his face.

Silas patted him on the shoulder. “Good luck, bro!” He turned and headed back to his lab bench.

“When did you figure it out?” Paul asked suddenly.

Silas paused and smirked as he turned back. “Oh, the way you look at her gave it away ages ago. All those exceptions you made for her and the softer tone whenever you talked to her. Come on. Do you think I wouldn’t notice? Do you think I’m blind?”

Paul’s face turned awkward. “Is it… that obvious?”

“What do you think?”

talking about? Can you fill me in?” Elizabeth walked

immediately masked his reaction and shot

turned to face her, but behind his back, he flashed Paul an “OK” sign as if to say, Relax. I’ve got this.

asked, “What’s the big secret, Dr. Quinton? Is it a top–secret project even I’m not allowed to

subtly shifted toward

already said it’s a top–secret project, so you shouldn’t be asking too

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Chapter 0779

with his hands behind

from him, and

he approached. He was holding breakfast for both

Thank you for your hard work,” Silas

Bryan raised an eyebrow.

so no one had been pulling all- nighters. Where was the hard work in

than usual. Standing at the apartment building entrance, he glanced up at Miranda’s apartment window.

lost interest the moment he opened the fridge. He ended up making a cup of tea

unfinished paper and began typing. Half an hour later, he glanced at

document, Paul leaned back and rubbed his temples.

tea,

so he

gaze involuntarily drifted toward the wall. It was already 10:00 pm, and Miranda

sound of an engine

the balcony. Sure enough, he spotted Sam’s car parked on the street. Miranda stepped

walk you up,” Sam