When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 1020

Miranda stood in plain view of Paul as he quickly cleaned up the kitchen before heading into the bedroom.

The master bedroom had a projector with outstanding performance. She had previously used it to watch the Global Academic Exchange Conference with him.

But last time, she had to sit on the carpet to maintain a sense of propriety. Now, though, she could comfortably lie on the bed, propped up by cushions, and watch a movie with him.

The night deepened, and the moonlight was bright. By the time the movie ended, it was almost 11:00 pm. Miranda pulled off the thin blanket draped over her. “I’ll go horne now.”

Before she could finish, Paul grabbed her wrist. His rough fingers gently brushed over the soft pulse on her wrist, and the touch sent a shiver down her spine.

You…

His grip was light enough for her to break free easily, but she didn’t. She simply looked up at him.

Their eyes met, and he felt his mouth dry while his Adam’s apple bobbed uncontrollably. “Mimi…”

His voice, low and tender, faded between their lips.

The soft bed, the warm lighting with a slight yellow hue that created an intimate atmosphere, and the soothing movie credits music set the perfect mood. Slowly, the two of them became gradually entangled in each other’s arms. Everything was just perfect.

soft but intimate. He leaned over her

“Mimi, can I?”

their eyes locked, his dark ones brimming with desire. Miranda wanted to

Both of them froze.

phone and glanced at

he chuckled softly and rolled off her. He lay flat

Miranda quickly

are you doing?” Lionel

man beside

got nothing else going on? Your mom will study at Luridge College next month, and since I’m on summer break, I’ll go with her. We’ll stay at your place. Is

Paul. “It’s fine. I’ll clean up the guest

wanted us to stay at the Garrison estate, but I thought about it–since it is so far from the college and with

“Okay,” she replied.

Chapter 1020

also prepared two small jars of fermented sauerkraut. I’m

mentioning, Paul made them both tense

like it, right?” Miranda answered, then mouthed to Paul, “Do you eat fermented

nodded lightly. His expression was calm, but his body betrayed him. He was already worked up. His gaze fell on her free