It was just... His boss''s tone with Ms. Payne had been so gentle, it had caught him off guard. He''d only been distracted for a few seconds, but that was all it took for disaster to strike.


    Luckily, Ms. Payne was in the back, and his boss, afraid of scaring her, didn''t yell too harshly. Otherwise...


    Felton didn''t dare to imagine. He sent up a silent prayer of thanks to Juniper.


    The car quickly stabilized. Shanley looked down at the girl in his arms and asked softly, "It''s okay now."


    Juniper immediately pulled away, her eyesnding on the wet patch on his chest. She blinked, embarrassed. "Your shirt..."


    "It''s fine." Shanley had only just noticed his own disheveled state. He wiped at it casually with a tissue. "Are you hurt anywhere?"


    Looking at his damp shirt, Juniper''s cheeks warmed. She was fine, of course. But the jolt from him shielding her must have hurt. Wasn''t he worried about getting injured?


    "What is it?" Seeing her silence, Shanley grew tense, his voice cautious. "Are you feeling unwell somewhere? Felton, to the hospital!"


    "I''m fine," Juniper murmured, her clear eyes fixed on him. She was a doctor herself, after all. She was just... curious. Was this man being a little too nice to her?


    "Okay." Shanley gave her a once-over, and only after confirming she was unharmed did he rx. "Rest for a bit. We''ll be there soon."


    Juniper nodded and settled back into her seat. She nced at the pile of snacks in herp, then stole a peek at the man beside her, who was still dealing with his shirt. She couldn''t figure him out.


    At the restaurant, Juniper sat obediently, sipping a freshly bought milkshake. When she casually looked up, her eyes met Shanley, who had just returned after changing his clothes.


    He had changed into a ck silk shirt, the top two buttons undone, paired with matching trousers. With one hand in his pocket, he walked slowly toward her. The sunlight streamed over him, outlining his sharp features and highlighting a physique that was almost unfairly perfect.


    Juniper stared, forgetting to sip her milkshake. So this was what Lue meant by a ''handsome man''? He was definitely more striking than Jimmie Tate.


    "Like what you see?" Shanley noticed the girl staring at him. He tapped his finger on the table, a low, huskyugh rumbling in his throat, full of affection and warmth.


    Juniper snapped back to reality, a yful smile touching her lips. "Not bad," she said lightly.


    "What part is ''not bad"?" Shanley sat down, draping one arm casually over the back of the chair in azy, handsome pose.


    Juniper took a sip of her milkshake, unable to quell the heat rising within her. She raised an eyebrow. "What part do you want me to say is not bad?"


    Shanley was momentarily speechless. He had intended to tease the youngdy, only to find the tables turned on him.


    Felton and Flint exchanged a look, trying to stifle theirughter. Their boss had truly met his match.


    The awkward moment was broken when the waiter began serving their food. Juniper was in a good mood and ate quite a bit. After finishing the soup Shanley had personally served her, she stood up. "I''m going to the restroom."


    "Should Ie with you?" Shanley immediately stood up, his eyes filled with worry. Juniper stared at him, an amused smile ying on her lips. "I''m not a child." Shanley realized he really had been treating her like one, spoiling her. And he found he wanted to keep spoiling her forever.


    Shanley''s logic: Be nice to the girl, buy her snacks—that''s how I woo her.


    Juniper''s logic: He''s so nice to me, just like my grandfather.