When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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Unlock the content CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE "Miranda!" A clear voice calling her nfrom behind stopped her in her tracks. When she turned around, she saw Paul emerging from the rain with an umbrella.

"Were you planning to run hin the rain?" He wasn't wearing a button-up shirt today. Instead, he wore a casual T-shirt, which made him look less stern than he usually did.

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Miranda nodded slowly. That had indeed been her plan.

"Use this umbrella." He shoved the umbrella into her hands.

She frowned. "What about you?" In truth, she wanted to say that they could both huddle under the umbrella.

"I'll borrow one from a shop." With that, Paul ran into a restaurant across the street and borrowed a foldable umbrella from the owner.

Miranda blinked. That restaurant owner had a temper and didn't like dealing with customers. How had Paul managed to do that? "He had sissues with the electric circuits in his restaurant in the past. I happened to be passing by, and I fixed it for him." Paul didn't intend to explain further. Seeing that the rain had lightened up slightly, he opened the umbrella and walked into the rain.

Miranda stared dumbly at his back for a couple of seconds before following him..

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In this old neighborhood, the street lamps were already dim enough. However, because of the rain, the light appeared even weaker.

Lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, and the trees rustled from the strong winds. Miranda tightened her grip on the umbrella handle and increased her pace.

The two of them wove through the alleyway amidst the harsh storm Miranda realized that she had kept a constant ten-foot distance between herself and Paul-not too far but not too near either. Was he... intentionally slowing his footsteps because he knew she was scared? At that moment, he suddenly turned around. "What's the matter?" She was taken aback. "It's nothing." "Can you keep up?" "Yes."

The rain had really been heavy. When she got home, her pants were son drenched that she could wring water out of them.

She quickly stripped out of her sopping wet clothing and took a hot shower. After she put on her om pajamas she even took an immunity supplement to ward off a potential cold. As she swallowed the bitter tablet, the image of Paul carrying an umbrella surfaced in her mind. His back was tall and broad, just the look of it seemed reassuring.

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