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.

you think it's odd for a grown man to carry such a cutesy charm? Unless..." I trailed off, sipping the too-sweet

lemonade," I

charm, muttering, "Felicia thinks

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

directly," she declared as Ernest and his friend

his takeaway, even attempting to open his cutlery. But

started, but Ernest cut her

neat freak, he wouldn't have considered eating it. He was trying to deflect Deborah's enthusiasm, signaling his lack of interest in

too caught up to

opened his cutlery,

my food container.

belongs to en.swn

it

myself from his gaze.

asked, "Are you guys

"Yep!"