When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 1016

Paul said, “No one ever mentioned it in front of me.”

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Christine said, “Well, no wonder. Back then, you were juggling biology and teaching yourself physics. You were basically doing the work of two people. And on top of that, you were working on projects with both your mentors after class. Who had the time or energy to deal with all this extra stuff?”

Besides, Paul had always kept to himself. He seemed to be distant from his classmates. There was respect, but little personal connection. Who would dare to bring up these things in front of him?

“You didn’t… tell Miranda this, did you?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yes, I did.”

He was speechless.

“Paul, did I mess up?” Christine, who had never been nervous in academic meetings, was now anxious.

She quickly added, “But I think Miranda seems perfectly fine, so I don’t think it’ll bother her. Who doesn’t have a past, right?”

Despite her words, Paul still felt uneasy. After leaving the study, he kept an eye on Miranda’s mood. As Christine had said, Miranda seemed fine. Even when he invited her to join him to open the gifts, she refused.

He had planned to use the opportunity to bring up “Emilia” and to make sure no misunderstandings lingered in Miranda’s mind. But she didn’t seem to be bothered by it.

and another woman. She wasn’t even curious

girlfriend. Or perhaps… Was she upset, but he just hadn’t picked up

his shower and lying down in bed, that question kept nagging at him. He couldn’t

tore open the box and noticed it was just a plain candle holder with

it but found no note or card inside–just a simple candle. He let out a relieved

day, the sun was shining brightly, and the sky

She checked her phone for the time, only to find an unread Whatsapp

from Paul, which was

“I’ll make breakfast today.”

That was it..

eyebrow, got dressed, and went

opened quickly. Paul had his sleeves rolled up, with droplets of water still

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Chapter 1016

She smiled and peeked around

motioned for her to come

aroma of fresh pastry. “Smells great… What are you

so good,” she said as she headed toward

fresh croissants were ready. They were a beautiful golden color, perfectly baked, and the crescent shape looked professional. They were just as good as