Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 66

"Dana, take Juniper upstairs for a shower," Shanley said, placing the backpack on the sofa. "And ask the kitchen to prepare some mango-flavored desserts."

Mango? If she remembered correctly, Mr. Schwartz hated mangoes. For him to change his preferences for her... this young lady was definitely special.

"Yes, sir." Dana nodded respectfully and smiled at Juniper. "This way, Ms. Payne."

Juniper glanced back at Shanley before obediently following Dana to the bathroom. After they left, Shanley's gaze lingered for a moment, and he loosened his tie, a look of immense satisfaction on his face.

"Boss, a message just came in from J-Five," Felton reported respectfully. "They're adding a complimentary pair of earrings to our order."

"J-Five is being generous?" Shanley's fingers paused, a faint, skeptical smile playing on his lips.

"It's true." Felton hadn't believed it at first either and had double-checked. The other party claimed it was J-Five's own decision, with no strings attached. The earrings would be delivered along with the necklace.

"Keep an eye on it," Shanley said, pursing his lips. His eyes narrowed slightly, a mix of belief and suspicion. First, they swindled him out of tens of millions, and now they were sending him free gifts?

He was starting to seriously question J-Five's mental stability.

...

After her shower, Juniper changed into the clothes Dana had prepared for her: a simple, elegant white knee-length dress that suited her perfectly.

"Ms. Payne." Dana placed a pair of slippers on the floor, her smile warm and affectionate. "You look beautiful in this dress."

"Thank you." Juniper tucked her hair behind her ear and looked around the room. It was spotless, as if no one had ever lived in it.

"Are you looking for something, Ms. Payne?" Dana asked, staying close by her side. "You're the first young woman the master has ever brought to his home."

"Ah?"

Now it was Dana's turn to be confused. She scratched her head, not understanding what Juniper meant. Treat what?

Once she was ready, Juniper went downstairs to the main hall.

Shanley had changed into comfortable loungewear and was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, sipping a glass of red wine. The warm light of the setting sun fell on him, making the already tall man seem even more imposing. He had shed his usual cool reserve, replaced by a touch of lazy charm.

Juniper bit her lip, her gaze drifting downward, toward the area between his legs.

Hmm... It was hard to tell just how serious his... condition was. How was she supposed to write a prescription? Maybe she should just ask.