Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1499

"Okay."

Harold nodded, leaning heavily on Lorelei as they moved, though he subtly quickened his pace, terrified she might change her mind and dump him on the sofa.

Once he was settled in bed.

Lorelei frantically rushed around to find his medicine, quickly returning with cold and fever pills.

Harold swallowed them down and leaned back against the headboard, his eyes fixed entirely on Lorelei.

"Hang on, let me grab the thermometer." Lorelei was spinning like a top, rushing back and forth across the room to tend to him.

Harold's eyes tracked her every movement, a profound sense of satisfaction filling his chest.

Grandma was right; older folks really knew best.

Playing the sympathy card worked wonders.

Right now, in Lorelei's eyes, he was the only thing that existed.

The timer beeped.

Lorelei checked the reading and gasped. "103.6 degrees? Have you been feeling sick this whole time?"

Harold frowned.

Maybe.

But between every elder in their lives pressuring them to divorce, who had the time to notice if they were sick or not?

"Wait right here, let me go grab a cool compress." Lorelei dashed off again, then hurried back, kneeling on the edge of the mattress as she carefully peeled the backing off the patch.

Harold stayed quiet, watching her intently, a faint, contented smile gracing his lips.

Just then.

The phone resting on the nightstand started to ring. He glanced over.

The name 'Joel' flashed brightly on the screen.

Lorelei gently pressed the cool patch onto Harold's forehead, then reached for her phone and swiped to answer. "Hello, Joel?"

A suffocating knot formed in Harold's chest. Hearing her say his name instantly wiped out whatever rationality he had left.

He grabbed Lorelei's wrist, jerking her roughly against his chest, and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"Huh?"

The phone tumbled onto the pillow next to them, still connected, as Lorelei collapsed entirely into Harold's embrace.

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