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.

avoid sharing a table with Ernest anymore, I dropped the subject. Otherwise, Deborah might start making wild guesses again. This girl might have some

someone approached us. "Deborah, is that

pretty girl stood there, also holding

"Hi, what

a business trip. It's been a while, hasn't it?

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

at Ernest

it was just Ernest and me at the breakfast table, and I

don't have to be embarrassed. It's not like we... slept together," Ernest's words made me

a napkin. As

sternly, "Why didn't

calm my

didn't wake up," Ernest

believe you."

I did

I felt a surge of embarrassment, "Even if you couldn't wake me up, you could have taken me back to my