Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 214

“My brother’s name is Jimmie Tate,” Juniper explained politely, her eyes lowered. “My biological brother.”

“Oh, that boy!” Hannah knew Jimmie and had heard he had a younger sister. She never imagined it would be Juniper.

“So…” Hannah paused, her voice a little hoarse. “You’re living together just so he can look after you, and nothing else.”

“Nothing else,” Juniper confirmed with a small nod.

“I see.”

The weight on Hannah’s chest finally lifted, and a smile returned to her face. She knew Shanley wouldn’t do anything inappropriate.

That foolish boy, he should have explained things more clearly. But really, it seemed like fate. Looking after her now was a good way to build their relationship, and when Juniper was a little older… everything would fall into place perfectly.

With the situation clarified, Hannah saw how tired Juniper looked and immediately urged her to go rest.

Juniper pushed open the door to Shanley’s room and was greeted by a refreshingly minimalist, all-white design. The furniture, the decor… everything was a spotless white, and a faint, clean scent hung in the air. It was a familiar scent, the same one that clung to Shanley.

She stepped inside, looking around. It was definitely his space. Feeling more relaxed, Juniper quickly washed her face and leaned against the headboard, scrolling through her phone. Before she knew it, she had drifted off to sleep.

In her dream, she was at Hannah’s birthday banquet again. Shanley had his arm around a lavishly dressed woman and was walking toward her. “Hi, Juniper,” he said, “this is my future wife.”

When she woke up, she felt something cool and ticklish moving across her face. She opened her eyes to see Shanley’s handsome face, his expression tender and doting.

“Hungry?” he asked, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead, his voice a soft whisper. “Let’s get you something delicious to eat.”

Jerrold Lonsdale and Yolanda Sherwin were seated at a table in the very back, unable to even catch a glimpse of the matriarch.

Jerrold figured it was still a connection to the Schwartz family, something he could brag about. And if he could meet some influential people, all the better.

Yolanda, on the other hand, hadn’t stopped scanning the room since she arrived, her eyes like a wolf’s, searching for prey. She was hoping to run into Shanley, dreaming of her Cinderella moment.

Soon, a small commotion rippled through the crowd. Someone whispered, “Shanley Schwartz brought a woman to the banquet. She’s sitting at the main table. Must be the future Mrs. Schwartz.”

“A woman?” someone else chimed in, incredulous. “I thought Shanley was into men… I can’t believe he already has a fiancée.”

So the future lady of the Schwartz family was already chosen? Hearing this, Yolanda’s hand trembled so violently she almost dropped her fork. Which socialite was so lucky? Did this mean her chance was gone?