Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 405

At Harold's question, everyone else’s eyes snapped open and landed squarely on Shanley.

“I—” Shanley began to explain, his tone softening, but Juniper cut him off.

“It’s my fault, really. I didn’t explain the situation, and my actions were too sudden, causing a misunderstanding,” she said, stepping forward.

“It was wrong of Shanley to hit you, but you hit him back. So…” Juniper licked her lips, playing the peacemaker with surprising seriousness. “For my sake, let's just call it even.”

Shanley couldn’t hide his delight as his girl defended him, a proud smile gracing his lips.

“Boyfriend?” Harold asked nonchalantly as he fastened a button on his shirt.

Shanley didn't dare answer, his gaze fixed on Juniper. She didn’t answer either, but she lowered her eyes, a faint blush creeping up her fair cheeks. That was all the confirmation anyone needed.

“And you two knew about this?” Harold asked, gesturing toward Jimmie and Melvin. “You approved?”

“Heh,” Jimmie let out a helpless laugh. “What choice did we have? It’s not like we could say no,”

Melvin added with a shrug, his expression just as grim. “Are you going to object?”

Of course Harold wanted to. His sister was so young, still in the prime of her youth, not even in college yet… and she’d been snatched up by a man nearly a decade her senior, practically thirty. Who could possibly accept that?

“I…”

Harold opened his mouth to protest, but he was stopped short by the icy glare his sister shot him. She said nothing, but the warning was crystal clear.

Juniper blinked, her hands resting innocently on her knees. This had nothing to do with her. It was his own fault for being Baldy Fox's student; the hierarchy was clear.

“About that…” Harold didn't explain right away. Instead, he looked at Juniper and asked gently, “Juniper, you’re only eighteen. How did you become so skilled in medicine?”

He knew that years ago, she had somehow become his own mentor’s mentor.

Everyone else turned to look at her, curious.

“Let’s not get into that,” Juniper said, pursing her lips. After a moment's thought, she added slowly, “If I told you, none of you would be very happy.”

“Tell us,” Melvin urged, his interest piqued. He wanted to know how his sister had learned everything. Jimmie was the artistic one, which explained Juniper's talent for dance. He was a race car driver, but Juniper was even better.