No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 94



If only I hadn't looked, it would've saved me the heartache.

Just as I was about to divert my attention, I caught Conrad turning around. His gaze shot through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, his brows furrowed in a clear sign of displeasure.

I didn't linger on him, though, and instead, turned to Ernest, who had just finished ordering and handed me his phone to review our selections. And there it was, a list full of my favorites.

But how could he know? We weren't close enough for him to know my food tastes. Did he share the same taste as me?

I lifted my gaze, intending to ask, but then hesitated. Asking too much might show I cared more than I should, and I couldn't afford to let Ernest see that.

So instead, I asked, "How about a drink?"

“I don't drink,” he declined, adding, "Plus, I've got some errands this afternoon."

Right, he was going to see some apartments.

I assumed it was because of his plans he refused the drink, so I said, "No worries. I can come with you to check out the places, make sure you don't get swindled."

"No need, I've already..." He paused, and I looked at him, waiting for him to finish.

Our eyes met, his gaze steady, "I've decided to look around by myself, see more options."

I wasn't too keen on tagging along anyway, fearing any mishap could somehow be

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reply, his gaze

I was about to look away, he said, "You got a text." "Did I? Let's