Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1688

*Slam—*

The door shut in his face, forcing the confession Kurt had bubbling in his throat right back down.

Unbelievable.

He was just a fraction of an inch away from saying it out loud.

After thinking it over.

Kurt decided he still needed to execute his "seduction" plan before officially confessing.

That would definitely boost his success rate.

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Inside the apartment.

Ebony Fox had just finished handling the rest of her paperwork and was feeling incredibly restless.

A sudden howl echoed from outside her bedroom: *Ahhh!*

"What happened?"

Thinking something had gone wrong, Ebony Fox yanked the door open, her face etched with tension.

The next second.

Kurt came running out of the kitchen. His face was entirely drenched, his upper body soaked to the bone.

"Coach Ebony Fox, I was just washing the dishes. Your faucet suddenly became possessed and jumped up to attack me..." Kurt rattled off an absolute load of nonsense.

Ebony Fox obviously didn't buy a single word of it. Looking toward the kitchen.

She figured the aging faucet had probably just broken loose, spraying water in the wrong direction and soaking him.

Before Ebony Fox could even speak.

Kurt directly stripped off his wet shirt, revealing his lean, ripped eight-pack abs.

"!!!"

Ebony Fox glanced at him, froze for a few seconds, and then quickly averted her eyes. "Are you sick? Taking your clothes off in the middle of the room?"

"It's soaked. If I don't take it off immediately, I'll catch a cold."

Kurt said, looking the picture of innocence while casually stretching his torso. "Coach Ebony Fox, can I take a shower at your place?"

"No!"

Ebony Fox spun around, grabbed a towel, and hurled it straight at his head. With an icy glare, she ordered, "Go home and shower. Leave right now!"

"I—"

Kurt tried to speak, but Ebony Fox violently pushed him out into the hallway, slamming the door right in his face.

Kurt: She really didn't hold back.

However, he had clearly noticed Ebony Fox staring at his physique for a solid five seconds just now.

That meant the tactic was actually effective, right?

Plan accomplished.

Wrapping the towel tightly around himself, Kurt didn't dare knock on her door again.

If he pushed this playboy act too far and genuinely pissed her off, she'd definitely beat him half to death.

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