Paul examined the figurine closely. It looked vaguely human, but even calling it a human shape was generous. There were no facial features, expressions, or details in the posture—nothing.He spoke plainly, "It's… a bit sloppy. I can't make it out."Looking around, he noticed that all the other clay
"Sorry!""My apologies—"Paul and Miranda both spoke at once and stepped back simultaneously. Their eyes met, and beyond the awkwardness, there was a hint of something else brewing.Miranda stammered, "You…"Paul began, "I…""Dr. Jefferson, maybe you should go first?" Miranda offered.Paul looked do
Trapper was instantly thrilled. Not only did he box up the figurine, but he also provided a gift bag. "Take care! Come again!"Trapper waved at Paul's departing figure, then turned back to the camera with a smug grin. "See? I told you guys I'm good at sculpting people. That guy loved it!""Gosh! Get
Paul thought for a moment. "The gray one."Miranda's eyes lit up—it was the same one she preferred!Paul signaled to the sales assistant. "I'll take this set. Please charge it to my card."As he changed back into his own clothes, Miranda pointed to his collar. "Here, it's not folded down."He tried
When Sam looked up and saw Miranda, a faint smile appeared on his usually expressionless face.Since Miranda was selecting shoes for Aren, the elderly gentleman, she knew she couldn't focus solely on style; comfort was essential. However, she also couldn't prioritize comfort and ignore style entirel
After finishing their meal, Nelly went to pay the bill. They'd barely touched their food, leaving quite a bit behind. The two mothers were wrapped in their thoughts, each with their own concerns.Meanwhile, Sam and Paul seemed to be having a much better day, each pleased with their purchases—Sam wit
At that moment, Miranda was absorbed by an item on another shelf, completely oblivious to the silent battle that had already raged between Paul and Sam countless times.Paul, having just finished paying, turned to see Miranda gazing at a display case featuring a five-tiered fondant cake. Each layer
"Mom!" Before Susan had even finished, Paul already knew what his mother was getting at. "I've already told you—I'm not interested in thinking about that right now."Susan held back for a moment, then asked bluntly, "Are you seeing someone?"Paul froze for a moment as Miranda's face flashed briefly
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