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.

drove off, she turned to me. "Felicia, what were

utterly flabbergasted; that

while dining with her friends, her attention was

hoping to cut

added, "Just work stuff, probably

Deborah's smile turned into a frown instantly. "Mr. Collins really doesn't know how to treat a lady.

didn't respond but joined her for a day out at the amusement park,

just showed up on a

"Felicia,

can't

Collins rides a

that," Deborah was

wcontent

took cabs or public transport; it never

Collins, you really shouldn't

car has plenty of room Deborah, ever the mediator, offered on

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

loss for words. Twice in one morning,

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