Chapter overview: Chapter 1480 from Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy
In this standout chapter of the Romance novel Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy, E. L. Clarke introduces new challenges, powerful emotions, and major plot progress that captivate readers from beginning to end.
Lorelei stared at him quietly, not quite grasping the full weight of his words.
"I don't snore, and I don't grind my teeth," Harold said, his voice dropping an octave. "The bed is huge. If we take half each, we shouldn't disturb one another."
Lorelei took a deep breath, her fingers tightening around the shopping bag, her heart doing somersaults in her chest.
Did this mean they were actually going to share a bed tonight?
"If it bothers you, I can take the floor," Harold offered, noticing her hesitation.
The floor?
Lorelei cast a glance at the ground. It was still storming outside, which meant the floor was cold and damp. He definitely couldn't sleep down there.
"Okay," she finally nodded after a few seconds of agonizing deliberation. "But I might..."
"?" Harold waited for her to finish.
"I might do some weird things," Lorelei admitted, rubbing her nose in acute embarrassment. "I talk in my sleep."
"Mm." Harold was amused by her adorable awkwardness. The corners of his lips twitched as he drawled, "As long as you don't try to murder me in the middle of the night, we're fine."
Lorelei's cheeks flared bright red, and she muttered under her breath, "I don't even know if I would."
After all, she had never had anyone sleep next to her to verify.
"The water is ready. Call me when you're done," Harold said, carrying Lorelei into the bathroom. "Do you need any help?"
"N-no!" Lorelei bit her bottom lip, shaking her head vigorously.
"Alright." Harold didn't go far, choosing to wait right outside the bathroom door.
The sound of splashing water echoed continuously from inside...
It left Harold feeling deeply unsettled, his thoughts spiraling out of control.
He had to go pour himself a glass of ice water just to suppress the inexplicable, rising heat in his chest.
When he returned, Lorelei's voice drifted out from the bathroom. "Dr. Houston, I'm done."
"Okay." Harold's nerves pulled taut. He steadied his breathing and pushed the door open.
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