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."

room without

with Mr. Collins? Moving so close, does he have some ulterior motive? What

for Deborah to show

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

in surprise. "How can you be so

curiosity, I regretted speaking too soon and decided to keep conversations with Deborah to a minimum in the future to

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

I might take you

for a cushion on the sofa and lobbed it at

retreated to my room, dropping my luggage

down and hopped

poured over me, a thought

waist, spotting a bruise with hints of purple against my fair

scene when Ernest's arms

mind to clear.

finished showering when Deborah shouted, "Hey,

the

know. It's

frowned slightly. "Leave it.

was a client, friend, or someone from the Wagner family, even Conrad, I had all their

responded, "How sweet do you want your

back, turning the shower on