Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1651

“I told you it was a misunderstanding, a total misunderstanding!” Kurt Schwartz bristled, shouting at the top of his lungs. “You’re the one who set up that date with that girl on your own. You figure out how to deal with it!”

“I work at a boxing gym. How is that ‘fooling around’?”

“If you don’t come back, I’ll jump off the building. You just wait and see.”

“Make sure you jump from the roof. If it’s too low, you’ll just end up paralyzed, and then I’ll be the one stuck taking care of you.”

The more Kurt spoke, the angrier he got. Too annoyed to waste another breath on his mother, he snapped, “I’m hanging up.”

He ended the call.

Turning around, Kurt came face-to-face with Ebony Fox. He froze.

Feeling a bit awkward, Ebony Fox kept her expression perfectly blank. “I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop. You were just being incredibly loud.”

“Oh.” Kurt scratched his head and followed her. “Ebony Fox, you—”

“What did you just call me?” Ebony Fox frowned. Did this kid have no manners?

She was his senior!

“Coach Ebony Fox, I might be a little tied up for the next couple of days, so I won’t be able to make it to the boxing gym.” Kurt swiftly changed his address, cleverly avoiding the word “Sister.”

Exactly.

He had zero interest in being her little brother. He wanted to be her man.

Of course, he didn’t dare say that out loud just yet, terrified the woman might kick him to the curb.

“Okay.”

Ebony Fox nodded. It was probably because of those blind dates he mentioned. She understood.

It just so happened there was a boxing tournament in the neighboring province, and she needed to lead the team there anyway.

But for some inexplicable reason, a faint wave of discomfort rippled through her chest.

Probably just the thought of having to eat takeout.

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The Schwartz family estate.

The West Wing.

Several massive houses were grouped together, and the western villa served as the primary residence for Kurt’s parents.

“She’s the youngest daughter of a distant relative…” Monique explained, her tone desperate. “She’s twenty-one this year, just got back from studying abroad.”

“Well? Isn’t she gorgeous? Plus, she met you when you were both kids, and she’s always had a massive crush on you.”

Kurt lowered his eyes, glancing at the woman on the screen. She was slender, with porcelain skin.

Draped head-to-toe in designer labels, she was the quintessential rich socialite.

She just looked incredibly fragile, like a strong gust of wind might knock her over.

Nothing like Ebony Fox…

Athletic, toned, and fierce enough to take down a wolf with her bare hands.

“Well? Say something!” Monique urged anxiously.

“She’s not as good as her,” Kurt answered honestly. “Actually, to be precise, she doesn’t even compare to a single strand of her hair.”

“Who is this ‘her’ you keep talking about?”

Monique’s head began to pound. Frowning, she demanded, “Who exactly is this girl you’ve got your eye on?”