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.

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

I

at Ernest's bag charm, muttering, "Felicia thinks it's from

on, I patted her shoulder, standing up to leave. But Deborah grabbed my sleeve.

she declared as

to open his cutlery. But Ernest

was just..." Deborah started, but Ernest cut her

food handled by others from the start, if Ernest were a neat freak,

up to notice, handed him the unopened

opened his cutlery,

my food container.

belongs to en.swn

it quickly,

myself from his gaze.

he asked, "Are you guys

"Yep!"