Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1825

She told him not to wear a shirt around the house so she could feel his abs whenever she wanted.

"I— *cough, cough*..."

Coralie had been fully prepared to deny it, but thinking back, it was actually true.

She feigned indignation anyway. "How could I possibly say something like that? Your memory is obviously flawed."

Her denial was so bold and confident that Channing froze for two seconds before slowly replying, "Maybe."

"What do you mean, 'maybe'? It's a fact!" Coralie shot him a glare, her voice icy.

"Understood."

Channing's handsome face remained unreadable as he picked up a tissue and gently dabbed the corner of her mouth.

"And another thing."

Coralie tore her eyes away and waved her hand dismissively. "From now on, keep your clothes on. I'm a proper lady, after all."

At that, Channing froze in place once more.

A proper lady?

His expression was highly complicated, though he kept it completely off his face.

"Did you hear me?"

Seeing his blank stare, Coralie arrogantly kicked his thigh.

"Don't move around so much."

Channing caught her restless leg, his eyes darkening with a sudden, intense heat.

Coralie glared at him, withdrew her leg, and went back to soaking her feet.

It was so relaxing that she didn't even realize when she drifted off.

When she woke up again.

She found herself being carried in Channing's arms.

Coralie gave a weak struggle, her eyelids heavy as she mumbled sleepily, "If I sleep with my makeup on, it'll ruin my skin."

"I'll take it off for you." Channing pulled her closer, gently laying her down on the bed.

He went to the bathroom, retrieved her makeup wipes, and meticulously cleaned the cosmetics from her face.

Coralie's makeup had been relatively light tonight, but she naturally had a strikingly glamorous face that looked stunning with even minimal effort.

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