Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1448

"Yeah." Melvin scratched his head, his tone incredibly serious. "He's been checking his messaging app all day, waiting for someone to reply. And I saw that the person's avatar was a girl."

"He was staring at it, waiting like a lovesick puppy," Melvin continued, his eyes drifting over to Shanley's face, fighting a smile. "Just like when Juniper wasn't around, that fox Shanley used to wait for her messages exactly like that."

"Ahem." Shanley frowned. How did this get pinned on him?

"So I have every reason to suspect Harold has someone else on the side," Melvin stated, enunciating every word with absolute certainty. "Mom, Dad, you have to do something about this."

"Dr. Houston isn't like that, right?" Luella took tiny sips of her juice, blinking her eyes. "Juniper, what do you think?"

"Hmm?"

Juniper had just finished her chicken wing. Hearing Luella's question, a sarcastic little smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She answered quite earnestly, "A guy as cold and boring as Harold? What girl would like him?"

Everyone else fell into silence.

Honestly, she had a point.

"He practically lives in the lab. He doesn't even have time to date," Juniper added. "Stop making wild guesses. I'll ask him and his wife about what's going on another day."

"Eat your food."

Shanley patted his fierce little girl's head, smiling. "What else do you want to eat, my little princess of justice?"

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On the road.

Harold passed by a dessert shop and suddenly remembered how Shanley and Juniper interacted.

It seemed that every time Shanley bought desserts for Juniper, the girl would be thrilled.

He thought for a few seconds.

Harold parked the car and awkwardly joined the line.

His height, striking looks, and commanding presence made him stand out in the crowd, causing the young girls nearby to swoon and sneak glances at him.

One brave girl even approached, blushing shyly. "Sir, my friends and I were playing Truth or Dare and I lost. Would you mind doing me a favor and giving me your number?"

The name slammed into Harold's reasoning so hard he didn't even hear the rest of what she was saying.

"Why are you back so early?" When she finally turned around, Lorelei had ended the call, her almond eyes fixed on him. "Didn't you say you'd be back late?"

"I came back early. Why are you so surprised?"

Harold put down the cake, aggressively taking off his suit jacket. Feeling the tight restriction around his neck, he tugged at it in frustration, accidentally snapping a button off his shirt. The coldness in his eyes grew sharper.

What, did he interrupt her little reunion chat?

Lorelei was choked by his words, unable to process them for a long moment.

Married for three years.

She had long grown accustomed to his coldness and distance. He was like the wind—invisible and untouchable.

As for why he treated her this way, Lorelei assumed it was pure disgust.