Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1445

"You're a..."

Lorelei thought hard for a long moment before her crisp voice rang out, "Big jerk!"

Hearing those words, Harold couldn't stop the corner of his mouth from curving upward.

She called that a curse?

"It's not poison, it's warm water." Harold gently patted her back, his tone softening considerably. "Drink it and I'll give you a piece of candy."

"Really?"

Lorelei, who couldn't even sit up straight, suddenly had stars in her eyes at the mention of candy.

She held up two fingers and declared, "I want two pieces."

"Alright."

Harold looked down at her radiant, endearing face and gave a gentle nod. "I'll give you two."

"Okay."

Only then did Lorelei obediently hold the cup and gulp down plenty of water.

"Give me the candy."

After finishing the water, Lorelei slumped against Harold's chest, grabbing onto his collar. Her breath puffed against his skin, scorching hot.

Harold turned his face away, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

He gathered himself, then looked back down.

He realized the girl who was just demanding candy had already fallen fast asleep in his arms.

Harold raised his hand and lightly brushed her long, thick eyelashes.

Lorelei merely shifted. Instead of waking up, she snuggled even deeper into his embrace.

Who did she think he was this time?

Joel?

Harold's mood plummeted instantly. With nowhere to vent his frustration, he punched the empty air.

"Heartless little thing."

Harold muttered a low curse. He carried Lorelei back to the bedroom, gently laid her on the bed, and draped a blanket over her.

Lorelei furrowed her brows, found the most comfortable position, and fell into a deep slumber.

"Sleeping so soundly," Harold observed as he stood by her bedside. He studied her face intently, his voice hoarse as he grumbled, "Aren't you afraid I'll sell you off?"

Lorelei made no sound, her sleeping form completely peaceful.

Had he seen everything...?

Even though they had been intimate before, it had only been once.

Just as she was lost in confusion.

The door pushed open, and the man, dressed in loungewear, walked in carrying a tray of breakfast.

"Morning."

Given how pathetic she had looked the day before, Lorelei felt more than a little awkward seeing Harold now.

"Yeah."

Harold stepped forward, set the tray down, his expression as indifferent as always. "Eat, then take your medicine. Your fever broke, but you still have symptoms of a cold."

"Thank you."

Lorelei nodded, taking small bites of the soup. It was smooth and rich, and even had her favorite yam in it.

It didn't look like takeout. Had Harold cooked it himself?

"Are you busy today?" The atmosphere was awkward, so Lorelei swallowed hard and broke the ice.

"Regarding the divorce?" Harold frowned, his cold voice cutting through the air. "I know you're in a hurry, but there's no need to rush so much!"