Chapter 90

Miranda didn't want to dwell on what Xavier's actions might mean. Their relationship had already ended, and there was no chance of a restart. A relationship could never truly be repaired once broken. Even if it was pieced back together, the cracks would always remain. The next morning, Miranda got up to make breakfast. Xavier emerged from the bedroom. As he looked at the woman bustling around in the kitchen, a nostalgic expression crossed his face. Miranda was a jack-of-all-trades even in everyday life. She was equally adept in both social and domestic settings. As Xavier thought about it, he couldn't pinpoint any real flaws in her. If he had to choose one, it was that she was too clear-headed. Sometimes, the key to lasting relationships was a touch of oblivion. After watching her for a moment, Xavier walked over to the fridge. "Mr. Schneider, aren't you being a bit too casual in my home?" Miranda slammed the knife down onto the cutting board, causing Xavier to flinch. He turne