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."

his room

soon as the door closed, Deborah was all over me. "Girl, what's the deal with Mr. Collins? Moving so close, does

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

prevent her from getting too obsessed, I feared it would affect her work. I quickly

"How can you be so sure

her curiosity, I regretted speaking too soon and decided to keep conversations

don't

eyes sparkled with mischief. "Really? I

cushion on the sofa and lobbed it at

to my room,

stripped down and hopped into the

poured over me, a thought

spotting a bruise with hints of

brushed over it, and for a moment, recalled the scene when Ernest's arms were around me

mind to clear.

Deborah shouted, "Hey, your phone's

the shower. "Who

answered, "Don't know.

frowned slightly. "Leave it. It's

friend, or someone from the

sweet do

called back, turning the