Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1440

Lorelei?

Harold's brows knit tightly together. He scanned the lobby, and upon seeing no trace of her, he demanded sharply, "Where is she? When did she get here?"

"About two hours ago."

Seeing the sudden shift in his expression, the staff member's tone immediately became cautious and respectful. "I told her she couldn't stay here too long, so she took her suitcase and left."

"I think she headed toward the right..."

Before the woman could even finish her sentence, Harold had already spun on his heel and sprinted out the door.

"Dr. Houston!" The staff member gasped, standing on her tiptoes to shout a warning. "It's pouring out there, you didn't grab an umbrella!"

Harold acted as if he hadn't heard a single word. His tall frame swiftly vanished into the torrential, fog-like rain.

Who on earth was that woman?

She had never seen Dr. Houston panic like that in her life!

—

Not far away.

Lorelei was collapsed on the flooded pavement, her left ankle already swelling significantly.

She tried to pull out her phone to call for help, only to realize that when she fell, the phone had smashed against the ground. It was completely dead.

When it rains, it pours.

Just her sheer, absolute rotten luck.

Fighting through the blinding pain, Lorelei forced herself up, but she barely managed two steps before the agony flared, sending her crashing back down.

The rain was only falling harder, blurring her vision entirely.

The freezing droplets battered her face, stinging like needles.

An overwhelming wave of misery hit her instantly. Weak and utterly helpless, she rubbed her eyes, trying desperately to swallow back her tears.

Just as she tried to force herself up one more time.

A familiar silhouette suddenly materialized in the distance, cutting through the wind and rain, striding directly toward her.

Harold.

The second she saw him, her eyes flushed an angry red. All of the grievances and heartbreak she had been holding back surged in her chest, and her tears finally spilled over, mixing with the freezing rain.

"What are you doing here?"

Harold came to a halt, staring down at her miserable, drenched state, his handsome face contorted into a fierce scowl. "And why didn't you give me a heads-up before you came?"

Hm?

Why were there no women's shoes?

She had distinctly heard a woman's voice over the phone last time, and he had been speaking to her so gently.

"How long are you planning on standing in the doorway?" Harold walked out holding a brand-new towel. He stared down at the utterly drenched woman, his voice so flat it was impossible to read his mood. "The water is running. Go take a bath."

"Oh."

Lorelei instantly snapped back to reality. She looked down at her injured leg, then lifted her head to look at him with deadly seriousness, her voice incredibly sweet. "Excuse me, do you happen to have a pair of crutches?"

What the hell?

Excuse me?

Was she seriously trying to play the polite guest card with him right now?

Seeing his icy, completely silent glare, Lorelei pursed her lips in sheer awkwardness.

After a moment's consideration, she decided to just emulate a one-legged bunny and start hopping her way toward the bathroom.

Just as she was trying to remember exactly how a bunny hopped...