Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1205

"Yes," Shanley raised an eyebrow, his tone agonizingly slow and deliberate. "Your mother specifically asked you to take care of me. But if you're unwilling, I suppose I can just call Juniper and ask her to find someone else…"

"Fine, I'll feed you." Melvin glared daggers at him. It was a blatant threat to tattle. His little sister was hopelessly head over heels for this guy. If Shanley complained to her, Melvin's status as her favorite older brother would be in jeopardy.

Melvin grabbed the bowl of soup, sat down aggressively on the edge of the bed, scooped up a spoonful, and shoved it toward Shanley's mouth. "Eat."

"Isn't it a bit hot?" Shanley frowned slightly.

"?"

Melvin looked at the spoon. It was steaming. He grudgingly blew on it and shoved it back.

"Now I think it's a bit cold."

"?"

Melvin's face went completely glacial. Just as he was about to explode, Shanley suddenly smiled. "Just kidding."

And he swallowed the soup.

"I can take it from here." Having successfully exacted his petty revenge, Shanley reached for the bowl.

"Don't." Melvin batted his hand away, scooping up another spoonful. "You're a wounded hero. We have to serve you properly, right?"

"Thanks," Shanley smirked, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Brother-in-law."

"Hmph." Melvin's mouth twitched, but his hands were surprisingly gentle. Shanley was probably exaggerating his weakness, but his wrists were indeed covered in raw bruises. Melvin wasn't about to let him drop the bowl and waste soup that their mother had spent hours simmering.

"A new shipment of sports cars just arrived in the garage. Want to pick one out?" Shanley asked casually.

"I want the red one." Melvin had been eyeing it for days but hadn't found an excuse to demand it.

"It's yours."

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