Hansel was in the middle of a candlelit dinner with Ingrid at an upscale restaurant. When he saw the messages, his face fell.Ingrid saw how his expression turned dark all of a sudden. "What's wrong?" she asked cautiously. Biting back his anger, Hansel said nothing. He unlocked his phone and typed
Sam didn't ask further. Smiling, he said, "We just opened a bottle of Burgundy. Do you want a glass?"As he spoke, he filled half a glass and handed it to Hansel.Hansel took a small sip. "Not bad." After a pause, he pretended to ask casually, "Didn't you say Miranda was here earlier? How come I don
Studying was dull and boring, but Miranda surprisingly found herself used to it.After another day of class, she went home. Rubbing her shoulders, she was planning on having an early night when she unexpectedly received a call from Christine.Christine first asked how her revision was going, so Mira
"You have a good memory. I remember there's a book in this series that specifically talks about genetic testing. How come I can't find it anymore?"Miranda didn't have photographic memory, but she tended to remember key points.She remembered going through this book in the library a couple days ago.
Ingrid had set an alarm for 7:00 am, but she'd had difficulty waking up. At last, she'd realized that she was going to be late, so she and Abigail had had to run over."Which floor?" Miranda asked, giving her a glance.In contrast to Miranda's calmness, Ingrid appeared disheveled after sprinting ove
Ingrid's heart was beating loudly. She took a deep breath before following Hansel inside.She already knew the mansion was huge and bright, but this was still her first time inside after all. The architecture was very modern, and the color scheme mostly consisted of neutrals. It looked low-key, but
"Hmm?" Hansel raised an eyebrow."Would you dare register my fingerprint here?" Ingrid pointed at the electronic lock on the door. She pulled a sad face, looking like a kicked dog. "I've had to wait outside your door a few times. Look, I have three mosquito bites on my arms and another one on my le
Thanks to Solomon's influence, Miranda saw a major improvement in her productivity. Over the course of just one morning, she'd finished two sets of worksheets.When Solomon checked them, she'd scored 95 marks on both of the worksheets, to his surprise.He'd heard that Miranda had graduated three yea
Under Susan's gaze, Jenny felt a chill run down her spine. "You… Why are you acting so weird? Are you mute? You don't look like it from how you're dressed."She shot Susan a glare and muttered, "Crazy woman," before heading back into her apartment building. Susan stayed rooted to the spot. Her face
They made it back from the school to Harold's place just in time for dinner. After dinner, Lionel and his family said their goodbyes. Upon seeing this, Leonard's family made their exit right after. Jenny walked them to the door before collapsing onto the couch, clutching her lower back. "What a ti
Paul's genes ensured both good looks and a decent figure. On top of that, judging by how generous he was with his gifts, he clearly wasn't just an ordinary college professor. He probably came from an affluent family. Elite families like his often went back several generations, which meant his rela
Since it was the end of the year, the students were all on holiday. The vast school grounds felt a little deserted. Dallas Urban, the school's security guard, noticed Lionel coming from a distance. He stepped out of the guard booth and greeted him cheerfully, "Mr. Sutton!" Then his gaze landed on
"There's still a pile of pots and pans in the kitchen waiting to be cleaned," Jenny complained."I'm just like a maid that's born to toil endlessly, unlike you who can enjoy such an easy life. "You should really learn from Lionel. He cooks every time they host a gathering. You two are brothers, but
"I'm cooking something," Paul said. "Why are you cooking this late at night?" Susan asked. "I wanted a midnight snack."Susan knew her son didn't normally eat late. Clearly, he was cooking for someone else. The thought worsened her mood. "When are you planning to come back to Elgerson?" she asked
Suddenly, Miranda stopped walking. She turned to face Paul and said seriously, "Thank you, Paul, for coming to Lumberville to spend Christmas with me. And… thank you for being in my life."Paul was slightly taken aback. Then, he gently squeezed her hand. "You dummy. I should be the one thanking you.
Yale wasn't too pleased. "But… I was just trying to clear the way for you. Am I wrong for doing that?"He couldn't help but feel a little wronged. Paul softened his tone and explained, "That's not what I meant. First off, Mom had already agreed to me coming to Lumberville. There was no need for lie
"Oh, you're back? What were you guys doing?" Lionel came out of the kitchen, still wearing his apron. He looked a little puzzled when he saw everyone gathered around Paul and Miranda. "Dad…" Miranda was about to go over with the shopping bags, but Paul had already taken them from her before she cou