When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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Unlock the content CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE fish, so she wanted to slack off a little.

But as she gazed at Paul standing in the kitchen, she suddenly felt a little guilty. Was she wasting the talents of a physicist on slicing fish? Five minutes later, she was staring at a row of evenly sliced fish. She had to swallow her words. She hadn't wasted his talents. Clearly, he was a natural.

"Is this okay?" Paul asked, wiping his hands.

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"It's fine. Your knife skills are comparable to a professional's." Paul laughed at her remark. "I've never cooked before, but I learned how to dissect when 1/3 Twas doing my undergrad in biology, so.. He chuckled.

Since Miranda had bought the salmon, Paul returned the favor by getting smeat and vegetables. The two of them then enjoyed the baked fish and vegetables.

After dinner, Paul went to do the dishes of his own volition.

After they were nearly done cleaning up, Miranda said, "It's getting late. You should head back first. I'll take out the trash.

Paul had the habit of going on night jogs every day, but it was already really late. Since it was nearly midnight, he didn't stay much longer.

Miranda had taken a long nap in the evening, so she thought she would have a hard tfalling asleep. Unexpectedly, after she bid Paul goodbye, she began to feel drowsy and fell into a dreamless slumber. The next morning, she woke up before 7:00 am.

"I'm so envious. You get to study at the library every day, then go straight to bed after you get home, unlike me. I have to go on a date bright and early in the morning."

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On Miranda's screen, Winter was doing her makeup in front of a mirror.

Thinking about the guy she'd been set up with whom she'd only met a when few times, she couldn't muster any excitement. Even her hands moved lazily. "You're envious of me? Why don't you cto the library withto study today?" Hearing the irritation in Winter's voice, Miranda intentionally changed the subject.

Winter pouted. "Forget it. I'd rather go on this date."

She wasn't much of a scholar. It had been a pleasant surprise that she'd managed to get into Bedford College. Having one scholar-Paul-in her family was enough. She wasn't going to try to be another one. "Oh, right, I've finished editing the photos we took on our outing the other day. I'll send them to you." "Okay." Miranda's phone beeped as Winter sent her the photos over Whatsapp.

Miranda scrolled through them. In sphotos, she was wearing a fox headband while Winter pinched her cheeks. Her expression looked pitiful and innocent.

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