Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1870

"Let him check. What, are you scared of him?"

Coralie was in the middle of having a great time. Hearing Juniper's panic, she simply let out a light laugh. "You can't spoil men. The moment you give them an inch, they'll walk all over you, understand?"

Channing was the perfect example.

Now he even had the nerve to call and interrogate her about her whereabouts.

He was just her boy toy, her bodyguard, and someone to warm her bed.

He had absolutely zero self-awareness.

"The main issue here is that this is my second time knowingly breaking his rules."

Juniper pulled her mask back up, looking incredibly guilty. "Even though he won't yell at me, he'll just sulk and be miserable."

And then he'd endlessly interrogate her about what he was lacking.

She would say: "You're not lacking anything."

Shanley would reply: "If I'm not lacking anything, why do you keep going to clubs to stare at male dancers?"

She would say: "Because there was food."

Shanley would ask: "So, I'm worth less than food to you?"

She: "?"

The last time they had this conversation, they argued in circles the entire night until her brain felt like it was going to explode.

In the end, she had to swear on her life that no matter who tried to tempt her with food in the future, she would remain utterly unbothered.

And yet, here she was. It hadn't even been that long, and her resolve had completely crumbled.

"Forget it, I need to save my own skin." Juniper grabbed her bag and stood up, glancing around nervously. "Go home early, sis. I'll hang out with you another time."

"You..."

Before Coralie could even finish her sentence, Juniper had already vanished out the door.

With her sister gone and no one to hype up the room, Coralie completely lost interest.

"Ms. Quill, if there's any other dance you want to see, you only have to ask."

The lead dancer, who had been performing with the most enthusiasm, eagerly offered.

"No need."

Coralie leaned back against the plush leather sofa, the bright smile vanishing from her face, replaced by pure exhaustion. "Take the money and get out. I want to be alone."

"Yes, ma'am."

The dancer glanced at the thick stack of cash on the table, not daring to ask any more questions as he quietly led the others out of the room.

She wondered what Channing was doing at this exact moment.

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