Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1892

Still a bit shaken, Coralie's gaze trailed up the black cane.

When her eyes met the owner's face, her heart gave a hard jolt.

For a split second, this face actually looked a bit like Channing's.

"Ms. Quill, are you alright?" The man offered a warm smile, his voice soft and polite. "I'm so sorry. I lost my grip on my cane and accidentally bumped into you."

But when he smiled, the resemblance faded.

Channing's features were sharper, more striking, carrying an innate air of superiority.

The man before her was heavier and unkempt. When he smiled, there was something incredibly sleazy about him.

Seeing that he was disabled, Coralie kept her tone polite. "It's fine. Did I hurt you?"

"No."

Seeing her smile, Zachary Rhodes's eyes darkened with interest. His lips curled up. "I've heard about the stunning Ms. Quill for a long time. Seeing you today, you certainly live up to the rumors."

The more he spoke, the creepier he sounded.

Was she blind?

How could she have thought this guy looked like Channing?

It was an insult to him.

"I'm glad you're okay."

Having practically lived in the casino for years, Coralie had dealt with every kind of person imaginable.

The man in front of her was bad news.

From the moment they bumped into each other, his eyes hadn't left her face.

"Ms. Quill..."

"Gabe." A staff member happened to walk by, and Coralie flagged him down. "Comp all of this gentleman's drinks for today."

"Right away, Ms. Quill," Gabe nodded respectfully.

"Have fun."

Coralie left him with a polite dismissal, didn't spare him another glance, and walked away.

Zachary stood frozen, his eyes glued to Coralie's retreating figure.

He openly checked her out from head to toe.

No wonder Channing had fallen for her, willingly lowering himself to be her bodyguard.

Her face, her body—absolutely flawless.

He couldn't help but wonder...

How she tasted.

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