When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0781

Paul cleared his throat and said awkwardly, “…I haven’t had dinner yet.”

Miranda noticed his cars turning red and couldn’t help but laugh, though she quickly stifled it to avoid making him feel more embarrassed.

“How about some pasta?” she suggested.

He nodded. “That would be great, thanks.”

“Okay. Sit down and relax. I’ll make it now.”

In addition to the pasta, Miranda fried an egg, added some vegetables, and sliced a few pieces of homemade braised beef that Lionel had made. She layered the beef on top, then finished the dish with a sprinkle of rosemary herbs.

The pasta was ready in no time, and she brought it over to the table. “Dr. Jefferson, it’s done. Come eat.”

Paul sat down and dug in. He was clearly starving. After all, the pasta was delicious.

She rested her chin on her hand and watched him eat. She hadn’t expected a grown man to look so graceful while eating.

He ate in large bites but without being rude. His expression was serious, and his focus was entirely on the food. Anyone who didn’t know him might think he was savoring a gourmet

meal.

that?” Paul glanced up and met her gaze. He quickly swallowed the mouthful of

eat tells me exactly how good my pasta is. If you’re enjoying it

noticeable. Only

replied. Any chef would be thrilled to see someone

“They really

like it. Is the lab keeping you busy? You didn’t even have

before answering. “Not really. It’s about the same as usual.

…

I just didn’t feel like cooking. I’m not great at it, and when

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he’d gotten

paused and suddenly asked, “Do you have

any

one to ask Paul if he wanted a drink, and he had always turned her down. Not only did he not drink, but he also never let her have any. But tonight, he had

tonight, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint what exactly had changed. After a brief pause, she stood up. “I have some beer in the fridge. I’ll

“Thanks.”

beer. Paul watched her as she moved. “Are you