Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 922

After buying the cakes, Shanley carried the exquisite boxes. Striding with his eye-catching long legs, he walked up to Juniper in an incredibly good mood.

"Anything else you want to eat?"

"Let's just go," Juniper grumbled, shooting him a glare. "Tch. Mr. Show-off."

"Heh."

Instead of getting angry, Shanley laughed. Carrying the cakes in one hand, he wrapped his other arm around Juniper's waist. "Alright. The house rules are strict; I listen to whatever my wife says."

Juniper frowned and gave him a hard pinch on the waist.

Hiss.

It was so hard it actually hurt her fingers.

Were his abs made of steel?

"Be good. I'll let you punish me when we get back," Shanley said, catching her hand and gently rubbing it. "You can pinch whatever you want, wherever you want."

"Shut up!"

Juniper's cheeks grew hot. She shook off his hand and took large strides forward.

This jerk didn't come here to buy cake; he clearly came to show off his prize!

If he wasn't worried about her reaction, he probably would have reported the "good news" of his official boyfriend status to the UN and broadcasted it to the entire planet.

Shanley's lips curled into a smile. He quickly caught up to her and grabbed her hand again.

Leaning down, he whispered something in her ear, and this time, she didn't push him away.

To the onlookers, their little squabble looked exactly like flirting.

And when a gorgeous couple flirts, it's even more thrilling to watch.

Ahh.

They were entirely too cute together.

Then, before the crowd could fully process the fairytale romance playing out before them, they watched as the slender Ms. Payne naturally swung her leg over the beat-up little e-scooter.

The man they had always pictured as noble and elegant—Mr. Schwartz—lifted his long legs and squeezed onto the back seat of the tiny, battered scooter.

He was much too tall, his long arms and legs making him look inexplicably comical perched on the back.

Huh?

The crowd's smiles gradually froze, their expressions morphing into utter shock as they stared in disbelief.

Mr. Schwartz was actually riding a beat-up e-scooter?

And not only was he riding it, but he was riding passenger?

As if terrified of falling off, he stretched his long arms around the girl, hugging her waist tightly.

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