Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1510

Harold's phone passcode was actually her birthday?

Lorelei's heart plummeted. She had this surreal feeling that dreams and reality were colliding, leaving her completely disoriented.

If it were really true, and the girl Harold had been in love with for all these years was her.

Then why hadn't he confessed his feelings once in their three years of marriage?

Lorelei leaned her head back against the wall, a million questions swirling in her mind.

Once this surgery was over, she was going to demand answers.

She owed it to her fifteen-year unrequited crush to get some closure.

She refused to keep living in this state of agonizing confusion.

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Dawn finally broke.

The rest of the Bellamy family had lost patience hours ago and gone to rest at a nearby hotel.

The only ones left waiting were Lorelei, Tanner, and Martha.

Finally, after nearly ten grueling hours, the light above the operating room flicked off.

The doors swung open.

The doctors wheeled Eleanor's bed out into the hall.

"Grandma."

Lorelei immediately ran over, leaning down to look at the frail woman covered in tubes and an oxygen mask. Tears sprang to her eyes.

"The surgery was a complete success," Felicia said, pulling down her surgical mask with a tired smile. "Dr. Houston is truly brilliant."

"Thank you."

Lorelei looked up at Felicia, her throat so tight she could barely speak, unsure of what she was feeling.

"Take her to the ICU for monitoring." Harold stepped out of the OR right at that moment.

He was still in his blue scrubs. When he took off his mask, deep red lines were indented into his handsome face. His eyes were completely bloodshot, and he looked entirely drained of life.

"Right away, Dr. Houston." The nurse nodded respectfully and began steering the bed toward the ICU.

Lorelei stood frozen, her eyes locked on Harold. After a few seconds of hesitation, she murmured, "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me."

Harold offered a faint smile. He reached out, his thumb gently wiping away the tear tracks at the corner of the girl's eyes. "Why are you crying? Everything is fine now."

Lorelei stood outside the doors as the morning sun filtered through the windows, casting a golden glow over her.

But she didn't feel a trace of warmth. In fact, she was freezing.

"Lorelei."

Just as she was drowning in panic, Felicia walked over and handed her a cup of warm water. "Drink this. Your lips are completely cracked."

"Thank you."

Lorelei took the cup, thanking her quietly.

"It's nothing." Felicia gave a small smile. "Dr. Houston will be just fine. Come sit down with me. There's actually something I wanted to talk to you about."

Talk about what?

Lorelei had no idea, but she took a seat next to her.

"I heard you and Dr. Houston are in the middle of a divorce. Could I ask why?"

Felicia had always been a straightforward person, and she asked bluntly.

Lorelei choked on her words, unable to answer.

Last night, Harold had sworn he never had feelings for Felicia, and that she wasn't his first love.