Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1633

"So confident?" Coralie eyed him skeptically, threatening, "If you fail, you'll be doing a lot of push-ups."

"Alright." Shanley checked the time, eager to proceed. "Can we begin?"

He didn't know how many more obstacles were ahead, but as long as he cleared them one by one.

He would eventually see his girl.

"Let's go."

Coralie pulled out her phone, dramatically starting the timer.

*Clatter—*

Hundreds of cropped photos of facial features were dumped onto the table. It was enough to make anyone's scalp prickle.

Felton and Flint stared in absolute shock.

There were so many random people's eyes, noses...

My god. Even individual sets of eyelashes.

Five minutes?

Even if you gave them five hours, they probably couldn't piece together Ms. Payne's exact face.

Ms. Quill really was terrified of her sister getting married.

The crowd gathered around, holding their breath as they watched Shanley sift through the fragments.

The man leaned over the table, his movements unhurried and remarkably confident.

The seconds ticked away...

In the bedroom.

The laughter had died down. Everyone was intensely focused on the screen.

"Isn't this a bit too hard?" Theia whispered. "How is he supposed to find them in five minutes?"

"Seriously, my eyes would go blurry trying to piece that together."

Melvin rubbed his temples. "I definitely couldn't do it."

"Juniper, should we call Coralie and ask her to go easy on him?" Janet asked softly.

"No need," Juniper shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. "If he can't even handle this little task, how can he be my husband?"

"Does this mean he lost?" Celine asked anxiously. "He has to do push-ups if he loses. How many can he do?"

"He looks like he stays in shape, probably works out a lot." Warren noted, holding Arthur. "But it depends on how Coralie decides to punish him. I get the feeling it won't be that simple."

"If it's push-ups, I'll supervise," Ebony Fox rolled up her sleeves, cracking her knuckles. "I guarantee he won't be able to slack off even a little."

Juniper remained perfectly calm throughout the ordeal, her gaze fixed entirely on Shanley, her eyes brimming with love.

"Eyes, nose, mouth, ears, eyebrows..."

Coralie arranged the pieces one by one, perfectly forming Juniper's face. "The ones you picked out are absolutely correct."

To be honest, she was a little surprised.

It was incredibly difficult, and he only had five minutes.

She never expected him to actually find Juniper's exact features flawlessly out of hundreds of photos.

How deeply did he have to love her to do that?

"However—" Coralie arched a brow, dragging out her words. "You're still missing the eyelashes. So, you fail."

"Sorry, Mr. Schwartz. Looks like you won't be seeing your bride."