"Wait, hold on… why are you even asking this? Is rolling snowballs part of our lab's annual performance review? No way…" Silas stared at Paul incredulously. Was snowball-rolling a new requirement for researchers?"Be serious," Paul snapped. "Don't joke around. I'm asking you something important, so
While Paul was huffing and puffing, trying to master rolling a snowball, Miranda was in the lab, deeply engrossed in logging data. Madison and Sebastian had already gone home, leaving her alone.Initially, Miranda felt a little off without Madison's constant chatter filling the space. But as soon as
"Let's roll a big snowball," Paul said as he eagerly rolled up his sleeves, ready to start.Miranda tilted her head and grinned. "Dr. Jefferson, let's skip the snowball. How about we build a snowman instead? Wouldn't that be better?"Paul paused, clearly caught off guard."You said you can do everyt
Miranda initially wanted to decline. However, Sam said, "Grandma insisted. If you refuse, she'll be disappointed." His words left her with no room to argue. At 11:30 am, Sam arrived with lunch. Miranda went to the entrance to meet him."Why did you come out? I could've come in myself," Sam remarke
Paul showed no hesitation and readily agreed.Sam's expression darkened. "I'm sorry, but I just remembered we don't have extra plates or utensils.""There are disposable ones in the cupboard," Miranda interjected, standing up. "I'll grab them."She left the room before either man could respond.Paul
Paul stated plainly, "My feelings are straightforward and honorable. There's nothing shameful about them, so why wouldn't I admit it?"Sam locked eyes with him, clenching his fists tightly. For the first time, he felt an unfamiliar sense of defeat."Does Miranda know?" he asked.Paul didn't hide any
"Role model?" Paul asked."Mm-hmm," Miranda replied.Paul's curiosity was piqued. "Sounds like there's a story behind that?""Not a story—a mishap.""Can I hear about it?""It's not a secret. It happened because we skipped the review step and ended up making a mistake with a decimal point. The data
Fiona hurried to open the door but paused when she saw Miranda wasn't alone. Standing beside her was a young man. He was strikingly handsome and exuded a sophisticated presence.The elderly couple exchanged a quick glance, clearly intrigued. Fiona took only a few seconds to size Paul up before turni
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
Jenny's usage of the phrase, "real boyfriend", was quite interesting. As if Miranda even had a fake boyfriend before.Jack spoke up immediately. "Let me do the honors. This is Paul Jefferson, a professor at Bedford College's Faculty of Physics. He's the youngest leading figure in the country for the
A man stood at the entrance. He was tall and imposing, and he had a cold expression on his face. Miranda stood next to him and looked equally stoic. Jenny was taken aback. Shock flashed in her eyes as she asked, "You… Who are you?"Paul stepped forward confidently, still holding Miranda's hand. "I