บททั้งหมดของ Independence Is a Good Look On Her: บทที่ 721 - บทที่ 730

Miranda's lips curled into a self-mocking smile.Paul's breath hitched from this. For some reason, the slight smile at the corner of her lips gave him an inexplicable pang of unease. It was as if… he had missed something important.When they finally left the factory, the evening was setting in. The

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

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

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

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