Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1894

"You said it."

Coralie tossed the snowball lightly in her hand, weighing it.

She aimed right for Channing's chest and—smack!—threw it.

Channing was wearing a black jacket, and the snowball left a soft, powdery white mark across it.

He looked down at it, the smile on his lips growing deeper.

It had been a long time since he'd seen her laugh this happily.

"Channing, come here and make more snow ducks for me."

Coralie dove back into the snow, arranging the ducks one by one.

She even took out her lipstick to give them a little pop of color.

Channing followed behind her, diligently pressing out more ducks.

"Channing, hahaha, this one is so ugly. It looks just like you..."

Coralie's ruthless laughter echoed throughout the back garden.

"Mhm."

Channing smiled faintly, his voice soft. "This one is the prettiest. It looks like you."

"Your mouth is way too sweet today." Coralie huffed. "Less talking, more working."

"Yes, ma'am."

Following orders, Channing pressed the snow ducks with even more focus.

Before long.

The entire back garden was covered in them.

At first glance.

It looked like an army of ducks preparing to lay siege to Westshore Casino.

It was quite the spectacle.

"I'm exhausted."

After two hours of playing, Coralie was tired and freezing.

She rubbed her hands together. "Let's head back. If we stay out here any longer, I'm going to turn into an ice sculpture."

"Alright."

Channing packed up their things, walked over to Coralie, and crouched down.

"What are you doing?"

Coralie's face was buried in her scarf as she looked at him curiously.

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