When fate plays its hand

Chapter 0570

Just as Miranda hesitated, wondering how to put the apron over Paul’s neck, he suddenly lowered his head. ‘Is this low enough?”

“Maybe a little lower.”

“How about now?” He bent down further.

“Yes, perfect.” Miranda quickly slipped the apron over his neck.

Paul straightened up, waited a moment, and then gently reminded her with a smile, “You might want to tie it around the waist too.”

“Oh! Right!” Miranda snapped out of her thoughts and grabbed the ties, securing them in a bow at his back.

Paul suddenly coughed.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s a bit tight.”

“Sorry, sorry! Let me fix it… Is this better?”

“Yes, much better.”

With the kitchen cleaned up, they moved to the living room. Miranda prepared a fruit plate and placed it on the coffee table. “Dr. Jefferson, have some fruit.”

“Thank you.”

She took an apple slice and settled onto the other end of the sofa. “I heard CBS News is broadcasting the Bedford College and Baltech College joint academic conference?”

“Yes, do you want to watch it?”

Miranda nodded, then her excitement quickly faded. “But my TV can’t get international channels, and even with a VPN, I can only catch the replay on the official website… I can’t watch it live.”

“There’s a way to watch it live,” said Paul.

“Huh?”

“At my place.”

So, Miranda followed Paul next door.

It wasn’t her first time visiting, but usually, she only stayed in the living room. She’d only been in his bedroom once before, to help him find a thermometer and some cold medicine.

Back then, everything had been rushed, and she hadn’t had a chance to look around. But this time was

different.

As Paul set up the projector, Miranda took in her surroundings with interest. Their apartments had the same layout, and the main bedrooms were the same size, but his room was completely different from hers.

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Everything contrasted, from the style of the bed and wardrobe to the colors of the sheets and curtains. Her room had a warm, muted color palette, while his was all stark black, white, and gray.

Rationality and restraint seemed woven into every detail, lending a sense of seriousness and order. Though the colors were minimal, the room was meticulously tidy.

One side of the bedside table held an alarm clock and a charger, while the other had a small bookshelf neatly stacked with journals and magazines.

Paul pulled the curtains closed. At the same time, the projector began to cast an image on the blank wall opposite the bed.

Using his phone, he adjusted the settings, and soon they were watching the CBS News live broadcast.

“Wow! It really works!” Miranda said in delight.

The camera panned across the audience, and she spotted someone familiar sitting in the front row. “It’s Dr. Young!”

Miranda then craned her neck, feeling a bit sore. She glanced around the room, but there were no chairs. There was only one place to sit…

“If you don’t mind, you could sit on the bed,” Paul suggested.

Miranda hesitated. “Um… Would that be okay?

After all, a bed was a rather personal thing. Just like she disliked others touching her bed, she wasn’t comfortable with using someone else’s.

Paul reassured her, “I changed the sheets and bedding yesterday. It’s perfectly clean.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Miranda quickly waved her hands. “I’m just worried about getting your bed dirty,

“You won’t.” Paul then handed her a pillow, indicating she could use it to support her back for comfort. ” This is new. I haven’t used it yet.”

Now, Miranda was caught between sitting and standing. Sensing her discomfort, Paul realized his invitation might have come across as too forward.

He quickly offered, “Hang on then. I’ll grab a chair from the living room for you!”