Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 427

“Who’d want to be that close to him?”

“Who’d want to be that close to her?”

At Dolce’s teasing, Qadir and Queenie spoke at the exact same time, their voices dripping with disdain.

“Haha, you two are in sync,” Dolce remarked, her eyes darting between them with amusement.

“No, we’re not!”

“No, we’re not!”

They both turned their heads away, once again speaking in perfect, mortifying unison.

“Hahaha…” Dolce couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?!”

“What’s so funny?!”

After they said it again, they stared at each other in disbelief, a hint of guilt in their eyes. What was going on? How had they suddenly become so synchronized?

“Alright, alright,” Dolce said, stepping in to break the tension, trying to stifle her laughter. “Queenie was just joking earlier. Qadir, you’ll definitely find a wife. And Queenie, you’ll find your soulmate. When the time comes, we can be each other’s bridesmaids and groomsmen.”

Her words were met with silence. A few seconds later, Qadir and Queenie awkwardly boarded separate buses.

Dolce stood there, confused. She thought her well-wishes were nice. Why did they get angry?

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Back in the restaurant, Juniper’s head felt heavier and heavier. She was so sleepy. As she drifted in a daze, she saw the man she’d been waiting for walking toward her.

Assuming she was just tired, Shanley carefully helped her into the car.

On the way back, Juniper rested woozily in Shanley’s arms, her eyes fixed on the flashing neon lights outside. Suddenly, she saw the city skyline begin to warp. The skyscrapers transformed into colorful mushrooms, which giggled and chattered at her.

Juniper shook her head, and the mushrooms vanished, replaced by a sky full of bubbles and tiny, adorable sprites. Then she saw her own reflection in the window had turned into a yellow milkshake—her favorite, mango-flavored.

“Juniper, today you—” Shanley began, worried by her strange behavior.

“Shh!” she interrupted, putting a finger to her lips.

Juniper lifted her head, her gaze hazy as she leaned closer to Shanley. Her rosy lips parted slowly. “Do you want to drink a milkshake?”

“What?” Shanley froze, his body tense with her so close. He had no idea what she was talking about. Why was she suddenly offering him a milkshake?

“It’s mango-flavored,” Juniper whispered, moving even closer, her tone urgent. “Have a taste, go on.”