Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1482

The words on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back, and Lorelei's brow furrowed deeply.

Half-asleep and half-awake.

She felt something on her lips. It was hot, soft.

She tried to wake up, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open her eyes.

Then she started dreaming.

In the dream, she had Harold pinned down and was kissing him.

After a shallow kiss, Harold gently pulled away. His dark eyes stared deeply at the sleeping girl, his thumb lightly brushing against her hair.

He murmured helplessly, "Lorelei, what do I have to do to make you stay?"

"Don't go." Lorelei shifted in his arms, her hands clutching his sleepwear tightly. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, her expression pained. "Mom, don't go. They're all bullying me."

"Lori."

Harold patted her back gently, frowning as he comforted her. "It's okay. I'm here. No one will ever bully you."

"Grandma..."

Lorelei nuzzled against his chest, her voice choked with sobs. "Don't leave me. Lori only has you left."

Harold let her hold him, his emotions tangling into a complicated knot.

What about Joel?

Didn't she love Joel Garner deeply?

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The next day.

Lorelei's biological clock woke her up naturally. Out of habit, she stretched her body.

The moment her hand moved, it brushed against something warm and firm.

Her eyes flew open, and her gaze slowly trailed downward, landing on a sight that nearly gave her a nosebleed.

Abs.

Perfectly sculpted eight-pack abs.

As for herself, the hem of her slip had long since ridden up to her waist, leaving only her delicate panties on her lower half.

One of her straps had slipped off her shoulder, and a very compromising part of her chest was pressed directly against his bare skin.

Worst of all, one of her long, pale legs was draped carelessly over his.

Oh my God.

Lorelei shrank back into the blankets until only her eyes were visible, darting around guiltily. "With an injured leg, how could I have crawled all the way over there?"

"My point exactly. You managed to cling to me like this with a bad leg? If you were at full strength, who knows what you would have done."

Harold's tone was lazy, a teasing accusation in his voice. "Mrs. Houston, you're harboring some inappropriate thoughts about me."

"You..."

Lorelei's eyes widened, unable to hide her guilt. She stuttered out a denial, "You're talking nonsense. Stop exaggerating."

"Take a look at where you're sleeping." Harold was in an excellent mood, a smirk playing on his lips. "You. Are sleeping. On my side of the bed. You aren't going to claim I dragged you over here, are you?"

Lorelei looked, and to her horror, it was true.

She was instantly rendered speechless.

After a few seconds of dead silence, she muttered softly, "Sorry. I guess I'm a messy sleeper."

"Messy is an understatement."

"Huh?"

Lorelei's heart, which had just settled, leaped back into her throat. She asked tentatively, "Did I... do anything else crazy?"

"Not only did you sleep-talk, but you also kissed me," Harold said shamelessly. "Lorelei, who exactly are you dreaming about in that head of yours?"