Natalie smiled as they walked out of the mall. "Mimi, you must be feeling tired. Thank you for spending so much time shopping with me.""It wasn't any trouble, Mrs. Jefferson. I had a great time shopping with you," Miranda said, having made quite a few gains herself. Natalie turned to Miranda with
Natalie had long been accustomed to Susan's sharp tongue and didn't take it personally. She responded with a smile, "It's just that staying home all day can get boring, so I thought organizing a tea party would be a nice way to pass the time. Tea culture has become quite popular lately, so I chose
Evelyn's smile froze. Why was Susan's reaction so different from what she had anticipated? "Hmph, do you think you can stir up trouble between us?" Susan scoffed. She stood up and looked down at Evelyn with disdain. "The disagreements between Natalie and I are a family matter of the Jefferson hous
Everyone listened intently, captivated by Miranda's story. "Natalie, this instructor you brought in is quite good. Where did you find her? Why were the previous instructors all old men?" one of the ladies commented. They had many tea tasting parties before, with different ladies hosting the event.
Ingrid was stunned. She had only spoken off the top of her head. She had no idea what part of Miranda's presentation wasn't accurate!Although she had crammed the night before, it was merely a last-minute effort. None of the information had really stuck in her mind. Her eyes darted around as Ingrid
Miranda pulled out a red certificate from her bag. On the cover, the words "Tea Master Professional Certificate" were printed in Hebranian and Danglish. It was none other than an Expert Tea Master Professional Certificate. Looking up, Miranda turned to Ingrid and said indifferently, "Is this enough
Miranda continued, "Not to mention Bob Frost's poem, 'Tea is a religion of the art of life,' and a verse by Emma Dickson, 'There is something in the nature of tea that leads us into a world of quiet contemplation of life.'"The poets of old have passed on, but we are still here. We gather here not j
"Mrs. Johnson, is this how the members of your family behave? That's unacceptable. You should teach her some manners before allowing her to appear in public. Aren't you afraid of her disgracing the Johnson family's name?" "I knew your taste wasn't great, but who would've guessed that your judgment
"So, are you saying the school is behind this?""Not necessarily. Dr. Jefferson probably wanted to focus on research anyway. I mean, research gets results—what does teaching get you? A bunch of lovestruck students fangirling over him? Haha.""What do you know? That's just an excuse. There's way more
Paul regretted not landing a punch on Hansel when he had the chance.Miranda pulled her shirt back down and turned to him. "Where's my yogurt?"He chuckled. "Here."She took it, quickly opened it, and held it out to him with a smile. "Thank you for saving the damsel in distress today. Here's your re
"And you think an ex-boyfriend like you deserves it?" Paul shot back. The mention of "ex-boyfriend" immediately silenced Hansel.Paul glanced at his face. His eyes landed on Hansel's left cheekbone, which was scratched and still oozing blood."You should be grateful Mimi didn't get hurt. Otherwise…
"…Sorry," Hansel said. Miranda turned and walked away, but he caught up with her again."Stay away from me!" she snapped."Okay. I won't touch you or even come near you." He took a step back. However, his gaze lingered on her face and was filled with longing as if he had a thousand words to say.Mi
What Hansel saw instead was Miranda in Paul's arms. Her arms wrapped around Paul's neck as if it were second nature to her. Her smile was bright and radiant—youthful in a way that was full of life.…Back at the apartment, Paul and Miranda went into the kitchen. She made steamed broccoli and shrimp
Before starting the engine, Miranda texted Paul to ask if he was working late that night."No." His response came fast.He then sent a photo of an empty shopping cart and wrote, "I just got to the grocery store. Do you want to join me?"Miranda quickly replied, "I'll be there in 30 minutes. Wait for
Morning sunlight streamed into the room.Miranda's eyelashes fluttered, then her eyes slowly opened. She sat up, reached for the robe beside her, and slipped it on. Glancing over at Paul, who was still asleep next to her, she quietly got out of bed.In the kitchen, she was preparing breakfast. As sh
Zach straddled the man and threw a few more punches at him. Winter was flung to the ground by his violent shove and twisted her ankle. A sharp pain shot through her the moment she tried to move. "Zach, have you lost your mind? I'm calling the police!" she shouted. Her words made Zach pause mid-ac
The moment those words left Zach's mouth, the poker table fell into dead silence. The chaotic noise around them seemed to fade into the background as a deafening explosion went off in Hansel's mind. Only one sentence echoed over and over in his ear…Miranda had a boyfriend…Had a boyfriend…Boyfrie