When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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Unlock the content CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE Madison gaspeu. Dr. Jeferson, you ordered the falles? Paul nodded slightly. "Wasn't sure of your preferences, so I got the sfor everyone." Madison grinned. "They're perfect!" Just then, Miranda's phone rang again. "Alright, I'll be right out." Three minutes later, Miranda returned, carrying another delivery bag.

Madison's jaw dropped. "Three more lattes? Dr. Jefferson, did you order these too?" Paul shook his head.

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"Then who?" "Oh, the lattes are here? Sam strolled into the lounge, smiling, though his expression quickly shifted when he noticed the lattes already in their hands. His gaze moved briefly to Paul, then settled on Miranda.

1/2 Chapter 0633 +25 BONUS "Looks like I might've been a bit late?” Sam observed with his tone cooling the atmosphere.

Madison looked around, sensing tension. Was there... a hint of rivalry in the air? She glanced at Sebastian, who happened to be looking her way too.

Madison gave him a look as if she were saying, "What's going on?" Sebastian shot back with another look. "You're asking me?" Madison then gave a knowing glance. "It feels like a rivalry vibe, doesn't it?" Sebastian nodded. "Definitely." "Wow, Dr. Jefferson and Mr. Cooper had the sidea! Thank you for this!" Madison said brightly as she picked up one of Sam's lattes.

"You must've known that I can drink two cups! They're differ and different flavorerent brands You're too considerate!" Sam's expression relaxed a little.

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Sebastian quietly picked up another cup and nodded at Sam "Thanks, Mr. ve. Gooper. Paul glanced at Miranda. "I assyou can't drink two cups, right?" Everyone looked at Miranda, where two lattes now sat in front of her.

Sam smirked. "I got Miranda the hot one." Paul replied, "What a coincidence. So did I." "I picked the flavor Miranda likes." "Mine's a flavor I doubt she'd mind."

"Mine's low-sugar, with fresh milk swapped for oat milk. It's nâuch m healthier" "Coincidentally, so is mine." So... whose latte would she choose? Both men then looked intently at Miranda, waiting for her choice.

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