No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 73



Ernest came over in no time, his gaze natural and straightforward as he met mine. "Let's go."

What? He didn't even bother to explain why he wanted to move in so close to me. I wanted to ask but felt it awkward to bring it up out of the blue.

"Mr. Collins, what's the deal with moving so close to us?" Ever the blabbermouth, Deborah did the asking for me.

Ernest headed to the elevator, pressing the call button. I noticed his room key. It was 308, right next to mine.

"Just convenient," Ernest said.

Convenient for what? It certainly left room for the imagination.

Deborah was puzzled, too, sneaking glances between Ernest and me, then probing further, "Mr. Collins, convenient for what exactly?"

I wanted to knock some sense into Deborah. Was she always this curious, needing to dig to the bottom of everything?

The elevator doors gleamed, reflecting our figures. I caught Ernest's eyes in the mirror, and for a moment, he locked eyes with me before swiftly looking away, replying to Deborah, "Everything's just more convenient."

His answer left Deborah and me at a loss for words.

Deborah fell silent after that, merely tugging at the hem of my shirt. It felt like a sly fox caught by an experienced hunter.

We quickly reached the third floor, heading our separate ways. Deborah said goodbye to Ernest cheerfully before entering our room. "Mr. Collins, if you need anything, call me."

"Okay."

entered his room without another

deal with Mr. Collins? Moving so close, does

Deborah to show such self-preservation despite her usual head-in-the-cloud

getting too obsessed, I feared it would affect her work. I quickly dispelled her worries. "Mr. Collins is not like

surprise. "How can you be so sure

speaking too soon and decided to keep conversations with Deborah to a minimum in the future to save

could be wrong. Why don't you find out for yourself?"

mischief. "Really? I might take you up

a cushion on the sofa and lobbed it at

room, dropping my luggage and heading for

stripped down and hopped into the

me, a

bruise with hints of purple against

a moment, recalled the scene when Ernest's arms were around me shook the

mind to clear.

when Deborah shouted, "Hey,

the shower.

know. It's

frowned slightly. "Leave it. It's

friend, or someone from the Wagner family, even Conrad, I had

"How sweet do

turning the