Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1887

"Oh~"

Coralie rubbed her nose. The heavy, stifling feeling in her chest suddenly completely vanished.

So what if he didn't go on a blind date? Why was she feeling relieved?!

"Were you hoping I wouldn't go on one, Ms. Quill?"

Channing fed her another piece of food, his lips curving upward.

"Of course not."

Coralie raised her voice, casually retorting, "If you got married, you'd be fulfilling Mrs. Covington's dream."

"Do you really want me to get married?"

"Obviously."

"Do you really want me to, Ms. Quill?" Channing seemed a little annoyed. He set down the bowl, leaned over, and caged her in with both arms planted on either side of her. His dark eyes locked intensely onto hers, enunciating every word.

Coralie placed her hands on his shoulders to stop him.

The words got stuck in her throat, refusing to come out.

"Channing, you have less than two months left. Put away all these messy thoughts."

Coralie pressed her lips into a thin line, her voice turning cold—a warning to him, and to herself.

"After two months, you have to leave. Understand?"

"I understand."

Channing nodded with rare obedience, though his gaze never left hers for even a second.

"So for the next month and a half, you can do whatever you want to me."

Channing pinched her fingertips gently, his eyes darkening with desire. "In two months, we'll go our separate ways, and we might never see each other again."

"Shouldn't you take this chance to do something fun with me while you still can?"

His handsome face was inches away, his voice rough and incredibly seductive.

It was truly enough to make anyone's mind wander.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Channing?" Coralie lifted her long lashes, her clear, starry eyes staring right into his.

"Yes."

Channing's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes burning hot. "Is it working, Ms. Quill?"

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