Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1602

“What?”

A student who had arrived late finally caught up to his peers.

Hearing that comment, he blurted out in shock, “The Goddess is escaping the wedding?”

“?”

Up ahead, Shanley snapped his head around, his gaze positively murderous.

The student's friend quickly slapped a hand over his mouth. “Do you have a death wish?”

Tucker scratched his head and finally couldn't help but interject.

“Juniper, it's about time.”

“Mhm.”

Juniper nodded. She reached out to stroke the man's cheek, stood on her tiptoes, and leaned into his ear. Her crisp voice rang out, “Don't worry, I'm not running away.”

“I'll be waiting for you to come home.”

The corners of Shanley's lips curled up. He held her tight for a few seconds before reluctantly letting go.

He stood rooted to the spot until her figure completely disappeared from view.

The man finally withdrew his gaze, all the warmth vanishing from his face as his voice turned to ice. “Back to the company.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Felton and Flint felt a bone-chilling wave of cold wash over them.

—

7:00 PM.

Shanley returned home from the Schwartz Group.

The living room was completely empty. Only Dana was there to greet him. “Welcome home, sir.”

Dinner was laid out on the table, consisting entirely of his favorite dishes.

Shanley glanced at the couch. Usually, Juniper would be sprawled out on it right now, playing video games.

When she heard him come in, she would lift her eyes like a lazy cat before immediately going back to her phone.

Not today.

Since they got together, they had rarely been apart for this long.

This time, it would be around ten days.

He didn't even want to think about how agonizing the wait would be.

Countless times, Shanley had the impulsive urge to chase after her, but then he remembered their upcoming wedding.

He needed to stay behind and supervise, ensuring the wedding arrangements went off without a single flaw.

Plus—

His girl had explicitly forbidden him from going, and he didn't dare disobey.

“Sir, dinner is ready,” Dana said respectfully, wiping her hands. “I made some hearty pork broth. Would you like a taste?”

Shanley eyed the food, having zero appetite. “You eat it.”

“Huh?”

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