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

the door closed, Deborah was all over me. "Girl, what's the deal with Mr. Collins? Moving so close, does he have some ulterior motive? What if he's a wolf in sheep's

rare for Deborah to show such self-preservation despite

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

surprise. "How can you

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

wrong. Why don't you find out

sparkled with mischief. "Really? I might

for a cushion on the sofa and

I retreated to my room, dropping my luggage and heading

down and hopped into the

poured over me, a

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

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

mind to clear.

when Deborah shouted, "Hey, your phone's

off the

know. It's

"Leave it. It's probably a wrong

from the Wagner family, even Conrad, I had

"How sweet do you

turning