No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 86



"Ms. Hudson, you might not know this, but I've never been in a relationship. Pure as the driven snow, unlike Ms. Hudson's colorful love life with ex- fiancés, ambiguous flirtations, and who knows what else," Ernest looked at me, speaking in a measured tone.

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, he suddenly looked down. "So, if anyone should be worried, it's me. If word got out that you and I shared a room last night, people might start questioning my purity."

"Are you implying that I've somehow tainted your purity?" I asked, more than a little annoyed.

"Not at all. You were completely proper last night. There was no inappropriate behavior on your part," Ernest's tone made him sound like a damsel in distress, and me, the villain taking advantage.

Honestly, this man is just too much!

I seethed internally, unable to voice my frustration, and took it out on my breakfast instead.

"If Mr. Collins is so concerned about his purity, perhaps he should keep his distance," I retorted after finishing my muffin.

"That would be difficult unless we're no longer working together," Ernest stood up, leaving his napkin on the table.

I was speechless.

After breakfast, Deborah had also finished hers. She bid farewell to her classmates, promising to call ahead next time she was in Seabreeze City so they could catch up properly.

her classmates drove off, she turned to me. "Felicia, what were you and Mr. Collins talking

was utterly flabbergasted; that girl's mind was clearly

friends, her

replied, hoping to cut off any further

added, "Just work stuff, probably means longer hours

instantly. "Mr. Collins

for a day out at the amusement park, waiting for Ernest

there, Ernest just showed

"Felicia,

day? I can't believe there

rides

who do that," Deborah was astonished, and so was

wcontent

or public transport; it

Collins, you really

plenty of room Deborah, ever the mediator, offered

say something, Ernest looked at me, "Alright, I'll take Ms. Hudson up on that

at a loss for words. Twice in one morning, he totally outsmarted

was vent my frustration on Deborah. "Deborah, next time, could you maybe