No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 85



I felt embarrassed for Deborah just watching her. She was embarrassed too, but she has this knack for shaking things off with a giggle, "Sure thing, Mr. Collins, thanks for the trouble."

Deborah set down my bag and hustled over to me, bumping against me lightly as she pulled me forward, murmuring, "Has Mr. Collins got PMS or something? He seems a bit off today."

I didn't reply. Deborah sensed Ernest was being harsh, but I wondered... maybe he asked Deborah to fetch her own meal so she wouldn't tire me out. Was he being considerate towards me?

The thought made me shiver again, and I felt like I was becoming vain or maybe overthinking things.

"Let's sit separately later," I suggested after we got our meals, remembering last night's incident of sleeping over in Ernest's room. I just couldn't face him yet.

"Why split up? Why not sit together? It's the perfect time to discuss today's plans," Deborah countered with a work-related excuse I couldn't argue with.

But I saw through her. "You just wanna watch a hottie while you eat, right?"

"Girl, you know me so well!" Deborah grinned cheekily.

the subject. Otherwise, Deborah might start

someone approached us.

pretty girl stood there, also holding

"Hi, what are

a while, hasn't it? Mind if I

Ernest first, then at me, before she cheerfully agreed,

tray, nodded at Ernest and me, and followed

the breakfast

slept together," Ernest's words made me

a napkin. As I cleaned my

whispered sternly, "Why didn't

to calm my

you didn't wake up," Ernest replied nonchalantly, continuing

believe you." I

that's your problem. I did

a surge of embarrassment, "Even if