No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 68



After that, my interactions with Ernest would be a topic of discussion for Deborah, leading to awkward moments for both of us, especially since Ernest had made it abundantly clear he wanted to pretend we were strangers, making it imperative that our past encounters remained a secret.

"I don't know him," I lied.

"But you..." Deborah started, but I cut her off. "I guessed."

Deborah hardly touched her meal, her mind elsewhere, particularly on Ernest. It was strange to see her like that, especially since she ordered her favorite dish, chicken parmesan. It seemed even the most delicious food lost its appeal in the presence of a handsome man.

"Guessed?" Deborah was the type who wouldn't rest until she figured everything out, always persistent. "What, did Ernest have it written on his face?"

I was at a loss for words, trying to figure out a believable story, when I noticed a small charm hanging from Ernest's bag. It was a cute little white bunny, utterly adorable.

"That," I gestured toward the charm, "is all the proof I need."

"How does that prove anything?" Deborah was still puzzled.

man to carry such a cutesy charm? Unless..." I trailed off,

I'm sticking to lemonade," I reminded her, more to myself

bag charm, muttering, "Felicia thinks it's from his girlfriend, like telling everyone he's off the

on, I patted her shoulder, standing up to leave. But Deborah grabbed my sleeve. "Felicia, maybe he just

ask him directly," she declared as Ernest

even attempting to open his cutlery. But Ernest stopped her. "I've

but Ernest cut her short, "I'm a

Ernest were a neat freak, he wouldn't have considered eating it. He was trying to deflect

too caught up to notice, handed him the unopened

opened his

my food container.

belongs to en.swn

it

myself from his gaze.

asked, "Are you guys

"Yep!"