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 wasnât 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 luxury neighborhood, the security guards even greeted Miranda at the gate. âMs. Sutton, long time no see. Have you been on a business trip?â
Miranda gave them a faint smile and didnât respond.
Paul briefly glanced at her profile, but he refrained from asking any questions. They drove in silence to the mansionâs entrance where Paul parked his car.
âPlease wait here for a moment. Iâll come out after I get my books,â Miranda said as she got out of the car.
âDonât you need my help?â he asked.
Miranda shook her head. âNo, I donât have many books. I can manage. on my own.â With that, she walked toward the mansion.Content is property of .
She rang the doorbell, and Marthaâs voice called out, âIâm coming!â
Martha exclaimed in delight when she saw Miranda at the door, âMs. Sutton!â She was finally back!
Miranda smiled and explained, âIâm here to pick some things up-â
Before she could finish her sentence, Hansel interrupted her, âSo, youâve arrived?â He was still dressed in pajamas, as if heâd just woken up.
He stood upstairs with his arms crossed, looking at Miranda with a mocking smile. âDid you come alone? Can you manage to carry
everything on your own?â He held a cup of coffee as he shot her a cold. look.
âDidnât you say I just need to take them away? Itâs none of your business whether I can carry them or not,â Miranda replied indifferently and walked straight to the study.
As she walked past Hansel, he followed her to the study as well.
Miranda took all the books from the bookshelves and sorted them neatly into piles. Then, she took out the sacks she prepared earlier and carefully placed the books inside one by one.
Hansel leaned against a nearby bookshelf and watched her coldly during the whole process. Although Miranda was drenched in sweat -and exhausted, she didnât open her mouth to ask for his help.
She spent ten minutes packing her books into sacks and tying them up. Hansel didnât say a word until she was about to leave, dragging the sacks with her. Suddenly, he erupted in anger.
Cursing under his breath, he kicked the pile of books and gripped her shoulder tightly. âMiranda, do you think Iâm invisible? What do you take me for?
âYou refused to return, no matter what, when I asked you to come back. last time. And yet youâre willing to step foot into this mansion again for a few lousy books.â
Miranda gasped and struggled to break free. âYouâre hurting me. Let go of me!
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Hansel ignored her pleas, his eyes bloodshot with anger. âAnswer me! What do you take me for? Am I a dog that you can summon and dismiss at will?â
âHansel, youâre the one who suggested breaking up! Have you forgotten it? Speaking of which, youâre the one who often treated me like a slave
at your beck and call! Whatâs the matter? Canât you handle it now?â
Miranda pushed his hands away forcefully. She couldnât bear to have any skin contact with him.
Her expression of disgust completely enraged him. As Hansel stepped closer to her, Miranda retreated instinctively to keep her distance.
When her heel accidentally hit against the couch, she lost her balance and fell back onto it.
Hansel loomed over her. Miranda was sweating, and her face was flushed from the exertion earlier.
In her anxiety, she bit her lower lip unconsciously, making her lips even redder. Her chest rose and fell along with her nervous breathing.
Hansel recalled the countless nights their bodies had meshed together as they lost themselves in passionate lovemaking.
At the thought, blood rushed to his head. Without thinking, he bent down to capture her lips in a kiss. âMimiâ¦â
Miranda was both shocked and furious. She turned away to dodge his kiss and pushed against his tall frame. âHansel! Are you crazy? Weâve already broken up!â
Ignoring her protests, Hansel pressed her onto the couch and reached out to remove her clothes.
Miranda clung desperately to the hem of her clothes, refusing to let go.â No, stop it! Donât do this!â