Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1291

Jimmie Tate flipped through his script, glancing occasionally at the person sitting beside his bed, yawning continuously.

When he looked over again, she had already slumped against the mattress, fast asleep.

Her head was tilted, her face turned right toward him.

Her eyes were closed, long lashes casting soft shadows over her radiant complexion. The delicate skin still bore faint marks from last night’s ordeal. With every breath, her parted lips moved slightly.

Jimmie set his script aside, grabbed a light throw blanket, and leaned forward to gently drape it over her.

Luella shifted, her face inching closer to his until her lips were dangerously near his own.

Staring at the face mere inches away, Jimmie's breath hitched. A sudden, undeniable urge surged through his veins.

He simply watched her. He realized that this sleeping version of Luella was vastly different from her usual self. Quiet and docile, she looked like a gentle kitten.

His gaze drifted lower.

He found himself fixated on her lips. They were perfectly shaped, soft, and naturally flushed.

What would it feel like to kiss them?

Before his brain could even process the thought, he was already leaning in.

Just as they were about to touch...

The sleeping girl suddenly snapped her eyes open, staring at him in confusion. "Jimmie, what are you doing?"

He froze, a flicker of panic flashing in his eyes. But he quickly composed himself, effortlessly spinning a lie. "You were snoring. It was a little loud."

"What?" Luella abruptly sat up, touching her face with a frown. "I never snore."

"You were asleep, obviously you wouldn't know." Jimmie swallowed hard, sitting up straight and grabbing his script again to hide his guilt. "Have none of your little lovers ever pointed it out?"

"It's not like I sleep with them..." Her voice abruptly cut off. Feigning nonchalance, she muttered, "No."

Such a fake!

"Does it have to be a girlfriend?" Jimmie asked, his brow furrowing.

"A guy is fine too! Just find someone!" Silas scoffed. Since returning, he'd done his research. His oldest son was nearing thirty and hadn't had a single dating rumor since his debut, let alone a real girlfriend. The media was already speculating that he was asexual.

"A guy is fine?" Jimmie turned his head, a faint, almost mocking smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "If you guys are really okay with that, I might just bring one home for you to meet someday."

"Huh?" Silas's head snapped up. He stared at his son in utter disbelief, his mouth hanging open, entirely speechless.

Wait. He didn't have a funny bone in his body—couldn't Jimmie tell he was just joking?

Thud.

The apple slipped from Theia's hands and hit the floor. She stared blankly at her son.

He said it with such absolute sincerity.

Could it be... Did Jimmie actually have a boyfriend?