When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 1029

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Meanwhile, Miranda had no idea that the photo she sent had sparked a frenzy in solving the mystery.

All she knew was that the bed was really soft, and the man pressing down on her was really heavy.

Miranda sighed and raised her hand to stop his kisses.

“What’s the matter?” Paul asked.

“It’s my time of the month,” she answered helplessly. There was a hint of regret in her tone.

Paul was confused. “What?”

“I’m on my period.”

He froze for a moment before bracing himself with his arms and got off her. After a brief pause, he left the bedroom without saying a word.

Miranda was puzzled. Thinking that he had left, she walked to the wardrobe and took out a clean nightgown to take a shower.

Paul’s body was like a furnace. It didn’t help even with the dr conditioner on. She was still drenched in sweat.

She saw Paul, who was supposed to have gone home, sitting at the foot of the bed when she emerged from the bathroom. There was a cup on the vanity table beside him.

“Huh?” Miranda was surprised.

“Why are you surprised?” Paul sounded exasperated. “You should’ve mentioned it earlier… Ginger and lemon tea work better when you drink it before your period comes.”

She went over and glanced into the cup. The yellowish liquid was steaming hot and gave off a faint scent of ginger.

“Where did this come from?” Miranda blinked in surprise.

Paul answered, “What do you think?”

to the

would I have

muttered under her breath, “I thought you went

he froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. “I really don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours,” he said, handing the

drank it all obediently, albeit

into drinking it. After all, she only drank a small amount when he packed it in a thermos and left

the whole

but she had wrapped her hair in a towel

“The ginger doesn’t seem to be as strong this time.” The smell was evident, but it wasn’t too overpowering when

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don’t like ginger, so I only

So, he actually remembered….

“Where’s your hair dryer?”

of a drawer and

Paul said, “Tum around.”

She complied obediently.

hair and began blow–drying it for her. As he dried it, he asked, “Does this

“Not really.”

about the temperature? Is it

“It’s just right.”

the roots of her hair

unplugged the hair dryer, tied the cord, and put it

really good

“Well, I’m not bad.”

“Tell me

e more.

“Are you curious?”

She nodded. “Of course.”

I didn’t do it for another

I’m just curious about