Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 986

Because of that brief chest pain.

Shanley dragged Juniper to the hospital first thing the next morning.

The results came back quickly.

Aside from the fact that she had eaten a bit too much and stretched her stomach, she was in perfectly pristine health.

Her heart was flawless.

"She's been getting sharp pains in her chest recently," Shanley insisted, casting a worried glance at the girl casually swinging her legs on a chair outside the office, looking completely unbothered.

"It might just be a lack of quality sleep," the doctor suggested nervously, reviewing her charts.

"She sleeps perfectly," Shanley replied, his voice dropping into a serious, husky register. "She falls asleep before midnight every night. She tosses and turns a maximum of five times. She doesn't snore, and she doesn't sleep-talk."

The doctor was utterly stunned.

How did Mr. Schwartz know her sleep habits in such obsessive detail?

But then again.

They were publicly engaged. It made sense they shared a bed.

"Could it be that... your activities in the bedroom have been a bit too intense?"

Unable to find any other medical explanation, the doctor ventured boldly.

Ahem.

Sometimes, unbridled passion and physical overexertion could strain the cardiovascular system.

Shanley choked, his face instantly turning a stormy shade of dark green.

He was the one suffering from a lack of sleep! He’d been practicing the patience of a saint and taking freezing cold showers every night just to keep his hands off her!

"We're done here."

Shanley stood up abruptly and stormed out with a lethal scowl.

"Phew."

The doctor let out a massive sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from his brow before whispering to his assistant.

"Why did Mr. Schwartz suddenly look ready to murder someone?"

"Probably because things aren't going so well in the bedroom," the young assistant speculated sagely. "Did you see how black his face got?"

"Whose fault do you think it is?"

"Mr. Schwartz, obviously," the assistant gossiped confidently. "If everything worked fine down there, he wouldn't have waited until this age to finally get a girlfriend."

"Are you suicidal?!"

The doctor frantically clamped a hand over his assistant's mouth, terrified they were about to be assassinated.

...

Out in the hallway.

Juniper leaned back against her chair, her fingers resting against her own wrist as she checked her pulse for the fourth time.

Her pulse was incredibly strong and perfectly steady.

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