Chapter overview: Chapter 1888 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.
Afterward, Coralie lay sprawled across Channing's chest, her back glistening with a fine sheen of sweat as she struggled to catch her breath.
"Where did you go for fun lately?" Channing grabbed a bathrobe and draped it over her.
"You have the nerve to ask?!"
Remembering how he had used Shanley as a distraction to ruin her plans of watching male models dance, Coralie got angry all over again.
She bit down hard on his shoulder.
Though it didn't draw blood, it definitely left teeth marks.
Channing didn't even flinch, only pulling her tighter into his embrace.
He loved having her mark on him.
He almost wished she had bitten down harder, just so the mark would last a little longer.
Seeing his lack of reaction, Coralie tilted her head up, staring blankly at the two rows of teeth marks on his shoulder.
"It's none of your business where I went."
Any fleeting guilt vanished immediately. She rolled over, turning her back to him. "I just interviewed a few new pretty boys. Great faces, great bodies. If you dare ruin my fun again, you're dead meat."
Channing only smiled silently.
She had spent the last few days hanging out with Luella and Juniper. She didn't have time to go looking for any pretty boys.
Little liar.
"I brought you a gift." Channing leaned in close to her ear, whispering, "Let me carry you back to the bedroom so you can open it, okay?"
Staying in the bathroom for too long after such an intense session might cause her to catch a cold.
"Mhm."
Coralie was genuinely exhausted. She closed her eyes, letting him handle everything.
***
In the bedroom.
Coralie had changed into fresh pajamas, her hair blow-dried and falling naturally over her shoulders.
"Take a look. Do you like it?" Channing pulled out a box and handed it to her.
A ruby?
It was the size of a pigeon's egg, with a flawless, vivid hue and immaculate clarity.
It looked insanely expensive.
"Where did you get this?" Coralie rolled the gem around in her palm, glancing up at him.
"I stumbled upon an exhibition back home and bought it."
Channing quickly spun a lie, afraid she might get suspicious. "I made some money playing the stock market a while ago."

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