Solomon was indeed a the professors' favorite student. Although he hadn't majored in the same field as Miranda, they could find common ground in their conversations. Miranda felt quite happy that they could have deep discussions about their studies. She was currently preparing for the postgraduate
Hansel sneered. "Quite impressive, Miranda. You seem to be having a good time, surrounding yourself with men." His tone became vicious. "Who was that guy just now? What were you two doing upstairs?" Miranda's smile vanished. She tried to break free as her wrist hurt from his vise-like grip, but Han
Hansel burst into his bedroom and flung the closet doors open like a madman. Then, he rushed to Miranda's walk-in closet. All the designer bags, clothes, watches, and jewelry he had gifted her were neatly arranged inside. Not a single item was missing. Hansel's gaze landed on a cherry quartz brace
Zach tapped Hansel's shoulder from behind enthusiastically. "When did you get here? Why didn't you tell us? We have a room upstairs. Come, join us for a drink!" Hansel rubbed his temples and said, "I'm not drinking. You guys go ahead." Zach felt a little puzzled as he watched Hansel leave. The lat
After exchanging some pleasantries, both of them remained silent for most of the journey. Paul was driving the car he usually drove. He could sense that Miranda wasn't in the best of moods, so he drove at a leisurely pace out of consideration for her. When they arrived at the entrance of the luxur
There was a hint of fear in Miranda's hoarse and trembling voice. She seemed like a frightened but helpless bird. Hansel felt his body burning up with lust. He gave up removing her top and slipped his hand directly under her skirt. Miranda panicked. "Hansel, you can have any woman you want! Why ar
Hansel wasn't one to back down either. He raised his fist and swung back at Paul. "How dare you hit me? Who do you think you are?" he snarled as he attacked Paul. "When I was being intimate with Miranda back then, you were just a nobody!"Paul intercepted his punch easily. Unlike Hansel's furious a
Miranda had loved Bartovian food served on the second floor of the cafeteria when she'd been a student. The cafeteria lady serving food there had a chubby face and had radiated warmth whenever she'd smiled. Every time she'd seen Miranda, she'd chat for a bit before generously adding an extra helpin