Juniper felt no discomfort at all.
Tsk. His technique was really good. He must have done this for someone else before, right? Definitely!
Juniper pouted, feeling a strange sense of unease. She decided to just close her eyes and not look at him.
Ten minutes later, once he was sure every single strand of her hair was dry, Shanley turned off the hairdryer. He then picked up a comb and carefully smoothed out her slightly messy hair, instructing her in a soft, gentle voice, "From now on, if you're going to be late, you need to tell me or Dana beforehand. Otherwise, we'll worry, understand?"
Juniper was still stewing over his skillful technique and didn't want to respond.
"What's wrong?" When he didn't get an answer, Shanley stopped what he was doing and crouched down in front of her, meeting her gaze. "Hmm?"
Juniper's eyes fell on his face. After a few seconds of hesitation, she looked away irritably and muttered a single, unhappy word, "Nothing."
"Are you hungry?" Shanley didn't press the issue. He patted her head affectionately. "Come on, let's eat. Dana made your favorite roast chicken."
Juniper went to the dining room and sat down, noticing two place settings on the table. He hadn't eaten either?
"Mr. Schwartz came home late, and then he went to pick you up, so he didn't have a chance to eat," Dana explained with a smile as she brought out the dishes, having noticed Juniper's questioning look.
Juniper glanced at the man washing his hands, and the furrow in her brow relaxed.
"Drink some ginger soup before you eat," Dana said lovingly, placing a cup down. "Mr. Schwartz specifically asked me to make it for you, he was worried you might catch a cold. Why don't you try it?"
Juniper sniffed it. The ginger smell was overpowering. She hated ginger.


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