Paul began, "Miranda, ever since we first met at the café, I—""Hmm? Dr. Jefferson, Miranda, why are you both standing here instead of going upstairs?" Their neighbor from the floor below, Valeria Law, walked into the building. She was carrying several bags and greeted them with a cheerful smile."T
Sam said, "Let me think about it. We'll talk when we meet.""Alright." Miranda ended the call. She then put on her down jacket, laced up her thick snow boots, grabbed her bag, and was ready to leave in under three minutes.After the minor cold, it seemed less chilly. However, the sun still hid behin
Miranda coughed, choking on her food.The conversation had been lighthearted, but suddenly becoming the center of attention felt jarring—and not in a pleasant way."We're not a couple," she clarified with a smile while glancing at Jordan. "But this meal is practically free for Mr. Cooper because…" s
Sam barely registered the music or the intricate variations being played. The dim lighting of the concert hall provided the perfect cover for him to let his gaze linger on Miranda, unguarded and filled with tenderness and longing.His eyes kept drifting to her pale, delicate hands. Several times, he
"In the natural world, blue roses don't exist," Sam began, his voice soft as he gazed at Miranda. "They symbolize an unattainable hope or an impossible dream."He glanced at the bouquet in her hands and added, "But take a closer look at the ones you're holding.""Wait… these are natural? Not dyed?"
Miranda turned her head and met Sam's deeply affectionate gaze. Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively wanted to flee.The night Miranda had been in trouble, Sam realized he could no longer sit idly by as he watched her get upstairs with Paul's help.He had never considered himself a patien
Lumberville?Sam froze for a moment, but he didn't dwell on it. After glancing at Miranda from the corner of his eye, he quickly said into the phone, "Grandpa, I have something very important to handle right now. Once I'm done, I'll come home."In the meantime, please help Grandma stay calm. The doc
Just as Miranda took a couple of bites of the roasted potato, she glanced up and saw a familiar figure standing in front of her apartment building.Paul was there, as always. He was committed to his nightly runs, and despite the biting cold, it wasn't unusual to see him out exercising. But today, he
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