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.

Deborah mused, then muttered under her breath, "Guess I'm the only lucky one here. Does

ordered some potato soup, sautéed cucumbers, and minced

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

curtly. He was a man of few words, mostly action, especially during the days we worked

should we add a couple more dishes? Mr. Collins looks like he can

bothering me, so I didn't want to talk much, opting for a straightforward approach. "He's built

soon as I said that, I remembered seeing Ernest in a tank top once, washing his hair.

think Mr. Collins is all muscle; just never had the chance to see for myself,"

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

have a good look."

"Felicia..." Deborah blushed.

let it go, but then she went ahead and brought it up. "Felicia, I think Mr. Collins might be into

on her

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

away. "You

lunch break,"

had

Collins has got everything but the 'tycoon'