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.

Ernest anymore, I dropped the subject. Otherwise, Deborah might start making wild guesses again. This girl might

down, someone

girl stood there,

jumped up, thrilled. "Hi,

trip. It's been a while, hasn't it? Mind if I join

glanced at Ernest first, then at me, before she

at Ernest and me, and followed

me at the breakfast table,

It's not like we... slept together," Ernest's words made me almost

me a napkin. As I cleaned my mouth

whispered sternly, "Why didn't you wake me

my cough,

up," Ernest replied nonchalantly, continuing his

believe you." I

did call you,"

that I must have ended up in his bed because he carried me, I felt a surge of