No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 79



Medicine really does wonders. After using the spray, the burning sensation in my mouth eased significantly.

By lunchtime, even drinking water wasn't as torturous. But I still didn't dare to eat anything solid. After all, food seasoned with salt and spices would surely aggravate the pain.

"Hey, Felicia, let's just have some bread. We can pair it with something simple like scrambled eggs," Deborah suggested, looking out for me.

I knew she was a carnivore at heart. "I'll stick to soup. You order whatever you fancy."

Deborah was about to protest when Ernest chimed in, "Any chance I can join you guys for lunch?"

It was odd hearing such a tough guy ask to share a meal in such a soft manner. I was about to decline, mainly because the whole spray incident with him left me feeling awkward, even though he seemed totally cool about it. But before I could say anything, Deborah, ever the fangirl, immediately nodded. "Of course, Mr. Collins. What would you like?"

"I..." Ernest glanced my way, replying, "I'll have the same as Ms. Hudson, just soup."

Deborah's eyes widened, "Just soup? No sides?"

"Something light. Low salt, low oil," Ernest said, gesturing to his mouth. "I've been cutting down on drinking water too."

He wasn't lying.

too, huh," Deborah mused, then muttered under her breath, "Guess I'm

we ordered some potato soup, sautéed cucumbers,

you sure that's enough? Don't want you to go hungry," Deborah inquired after placing

plenty," Ernest replied curtly. He was a man of few words, mostly

Collins looks like he can

I didn't want to talk much, opting for a straightforward approach. "He's built of muscle, not

seeing Ernest in a

Collins is all muscle; just never had the chance to see for myself," Deborah said with a

I felt helpless. Opportunities are seized, not given. Why don't you go ahead and ask him to strip?

have a good look."

"Felicia..." Deborah blushed.

but then she went ahead and brought it

on her

he looks at you... and he's always so hands-on," Deborah said, mimicking Ernest's gesture of wanting to pinch my

swatted her hand away. "You

break," Deborah

you had your eyes on

got everything but the 'tycoon' tag when compared to Mr. Wagner." She