After posting the photos, Miranda put her phone away. She was completely unaware of the chaos unfolding in the comment section.The two of them headed back as it was getting late. Unexpectedly, they ran into Elizabeth again in the hotel lobby. "Dr. Jefferson, Miranda," she greeted them with a strai
It turned out that he wasn't the only person feeling pressured and inferior in this matter. Elizabeth felt the same way!What did that imply? It meant that Elizabeth loved him! Only when someone was truly in love that one would feel unworthy and insecure. The urge of wanting to better in order to b
Miranda's eyes gleamed with admiration and awe, with a yearning to achieve more. She couldn't help but wonder when she would rise to such a height, where her skills would lead to discussions and even stir some envy, all earned by her own merit. She sighed and realized that she still wasn't putting
Miranda had just finished speaking and was about to sit down when Paul asked another question. "Could you elaborate on your point by incorporating examples from interdisciplinary research in biology and physics?"She was surprised by the unexpected request. Even Christine couldn't help but glance at
Elizabeth was part of Paul's research team, yet this opportunity to stand out had been given to Miranda instead. She couldn't help but feel it was unfair favoritism.After the morning conference ended, everyone had lunch together at the hotel. Then, they had an hour-long break before the afternoon s
Someone chuckled and said, "Not surprising! It's not surprising at all.""You've been chatting away, Dr. Young," another chimed in. "Don't just stand there. Take a seat. Miranda, you too…"It was Miranda's first time attending a private academic gathering, and she was surprised to see that these typ
In the hallway, Christine was the first to return to her room.Paul took Miranda's shawl from his arm and handed it to her. "Are you… alright?" She knew what he was concerned about and smiled as she took the shawl. "Don't worry, I'm not drunk.""That's a relief." "Dr. Jefferson, thank you for this
First, biology was Christine's main area of influence—her stronghold, so to speak. Given their shared connection, everyone was willing to give Miranda an opportunity to speak.After all, who wouldn't appreciate a talented student? Even if she wasn't their mentee, she was still a promising young tale
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