Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1898

Word on the street was...

To properly lower a fever, you couldn't skip *that* area.

"All done."

Coralie tossed the towel into the basin, yanked the blanket back over Channing's face, and said, her cheeks blazing, "You've taken your meds, and I wiped you down. The fever should break soon."

"Thank you, Miss Coralie." A fine layer of sweat broke out on Channing's forehead.

After that sponge bath, it felt like his fever had only spiked higher.

"Hurry up and get better. Don't think I'm going to keep waiting on you."

Refusing to look at him, Coralie picked up the basin and practically sprinted toward the bathroom.

*Click—*

The door shut behind her. Coralie quickly cranked the faucet and splashed freezing water on her face.

She had to admit, her pretty boy had an absolutely incredible body.

If she had kept wiping, she definitely would have started a fire.

——

After the IV finished.

Channing's fever gradually broke, though he still had a lingering cough.

Afraid of getting Coralie sick, he asked for a face mask.

"If I was going to catch it, I would have already," Coralie snorted, continuing to spoon-feed him soup. "I have to deal with some things at the casino this afternoon. You stay home and rest."

"I can..."

"No, you cannot!" Coralie cut him off, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Channing, since when do you get to question my orders?"

"Understood, Miss Coralie."

Channing instantly backed down, not wanting to make her mad.

But the moment Coralie left, Channing found lying in bed incredibly boring.

He grabbed his phone and texted the family doctor: "Is there a way to recover slower, but without being contagious?"

Doctor: "?"

——

The casino.

Coralie, her heels clicking against the floor and a wool coat draped over her arm, navigated through the casino floor.

She wondered how Channing was doing.

Had his fever spiked again?

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify