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."

tagging along anyway, fearing any mishap could

ordered us soft drinks instead and placed our

dimmed and a voice I knew all too well filled the space, "Aren't we on a tight schedule? What's with the leisurely lunch?" Conrad, that piece of work, had decided to grace us with his presence. I could only wonder what Haley had told him to rile him up this time. His words annoyed me. Did he think we didn't even deserve a break for a meal because

to retort when Ernest beat me to it, "We're

between us, landing on me.

did," Ernest spoke up

Conrad's expression darkened.

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the lighting setup is completed and

words were a clear

here. I approved the day off. What, do you expect us to work

analogy might not have been perfect, but

in, "I might just be a technician, but surely Mr.

by our joint rebuke,

your break. Consider this meal on the company," he spat

couldn't help but mock, "Mr. Collins, did

gaze making

he said, "You got a text." "Did I? Let's see," I