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Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1827

Summary for Chapter 1827: Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy

Chapter summary of Chapter 1827 – Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy by E. L. Clarke

In Chapter 1827, a key chapter of the acclaimed Romance novel Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy by E. L. Clarke, readers are drawn deeper into a story filled with emotion, conflict, and transformation. This chapter brings crucial developments and plot twists that make it essential reading. Whether you’re new to the book or a loyal fan, this section delivers unforgettable moments that define the essence of Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy.

"Touch me like that again, and I'll chop your hand off." Coralie ground her teeth, shoving him away before storming into the bathroom.

Looking at her flushed face in the mirror, she took a deep breath.

Was she ovulating or something?

Otherwise, why did simply looking at Channing make her want to do all sorts of wicked things to him?

Ugh.

She had been too busy lately to go watch male models strut their stuff.

Women needed to look at those things regularly to keep their minds from wandering to the wrong places.

Outside the door.

Channing stood rooted to the spot, his dark eyes fixated on the closed bathroom door.

So.

His face and body still had an undeniable effect on her.

A fleeting smile crossed Channing's eyes.

That was a good thing.

Hearing the water running, Channing looked away and leaned over to make the bed.

She was a terribly restless sleeper; every morning, the pillows and blankets ended up on the floor.

And since she hated having strangers in the house, she refused to hire a maid.

He was the one who always cleaned up after her.

Channing folded the duvet neatly at the foot of the bed and picked up her pillow.

Resting on the silk pillowcase was a single strand of her long hair.

Channing pinched it delicately between his fingers and placed it into a clear, acrylic box.

The box was filled with the hair she had shed.

Different colors, all meticulously arranged and separated, strand by perfect strand.

He snapped the lid shut and placed it inside a drawer, handling it like a priceless treasure.

He locked it.

Then, pulling her pillow into his arms, he buried his face in it and took a deep, shuddering breath.

They used the exact same body wash, yet somehow, it smelled infinitely better on her.

On the nights she didn't come home, he fell asleep breathing in her scent from this pillow.

He even went as far as spraying her perfume into the air.

He was addicted to her scent.

Channing thought he was probably a completely deranged, incurable psycho.

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