Chapter 1540

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“My Juniper is just too kind.”

Shanley kissed her slightly red nose, speaking softly, “Let’s go see Grandpa.”

“Yeah.”

Juniper let Shanley hold her hand as they headed to the cemetery.

The old man’s grave was located right in the middle of the hilltop, offering a sweeping view of Eclara City. The spiritual balance of the location was excellent.

Shanley knelt before the tombstone, pouring out the liquor the old man had loved most when he was alive.

Straightening his back, he spoke respectfully: “Hello, Grandpa. I’m Shanley, the man Juniper is going to marry.”

“Juniper is doing very well now. She has parents and siblings. You’re no longer the only one who loves her.”

“Rest assured, I will never mistreat her, and I will never leave her. If I break my vow, feel free to come after me to settle the score.”

Shanley looked at the girl beside him, a smirk on his lips. “Why don’t you make a vow in front of Grandpa too, promising you won’t leave me?”

“?”

Juniper shot him a look and ignored him.

He was crazy.

There was no way she was making such a childish vow, much less having Grandpa come after him to settle a score.

That would scare him to death.

“Grandpa, your granddaughter is bullying me.” The amusement in Shanley’s eyes deepened as he said deliberately, “How about you have a little talk with her about it?”

“Shanley.”

Juniper grabbed a handful of grass from nearby and tossed it lightly at him, glaring hard. “Can you stop talking nonsense in front of Grandpa?”

“How is it nonsense?”

Shanley caught her wrist, tilting his chin up with a smirk. “I’m just afraid you’ll love me and leave me, so I’m asking Grandpa to back me up.”

“Psycho.”

Juniper stared at him for a few seconds, genuinely amused by his ridiculous words, and let out a small laugh.

“There we go, a smile at last.” Shanley stroked her head and turned back to the old man. “Grandpa, your granddaughter is all cheered up. Rest easy.”

“Shanley…”

Juniper’s eyes stung slightly as she nestled into Shanley’s arms, wrapping her arms around his waist and looking up at him.

“What’s wrong?”

The wind was strong, so Shanley opened his coat to wrap her up against him, his chin resting against her hair.

“Just feeling a little lucky.” Juniper moved her red lips, speaking with deep sincerity. “It’s a good thing I didn’t kill you back when our two organizations were at war.”

Otherwise, who would be here to comfort her now?

“Heh.”

Shanley was amused. He gently pinched her cheek, his voice husky and indulgent: “Then thank you so much, Specter, for sparing my life.”

Otherwise, he’d probably be reincarnated as a toddler by now, running errands on the street.

“Let’s head back. We’ll come see Grandpa again next time.” Shanley kissed her cheek.

The two bowed to the old man before walking away side by side.

A gentle breeze swept by, rustling the flowers and grass around the grave.

The old man in the portrait on the tombstone had the corners of his mouth turned

up, looking into the distance with a bright smile.

Everything felt peaceful and beautiful.

The next day.

As soon as Juniper woke up, she received a message from Janet on the messaging app.

“Juniper, Yolanda Sherwin dropped out.”

The Sherwin family scandal had blown up so massively that if she

hadn’t dropped out, she would share

have been able to show her face.

anywhere.

Juniper: “Got it. Heading to campus? Let’s go together.”

Janet: “Just about to leave, hehe.”

Juniper: “Wait for me at the door.”

Janet: “Okk.”

A few minutes later.

Juniper grabbed her bag and rode the e-scooter over, calling out to Janet by the

side of the road: “Get on.”

“Okay.”

Janet immediately climbed onto the

back seat, wrapping her arms

around Juniper’s waist with a bri smile Didn’t Shantey drop you today?”

“He’s been busy with the wedding planning. He was tweaking things until 5 a.m.

before finally going to sleep.”

Juniper gripped the handlebars,

looking straight ahead, and

grumbled, “He’s revised it dozens of

times. I don’t even know what the

difference is anymore.”

Something about how the roses here were an odd number, but they had to be an

even number.

How a strand of crystals was missing there, or how the color was a shade too dark

or light…

She couldn’t tell the difference anyway, and couldn’t be bothered to care.

If Mr. Delicate loved fussing over it so much, she’d let him fuss.

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