No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 113



"Is he treating me like a kid with that lollipop?"

I was about to call him childish when he shoved the candy into my hand and grabbed himself a drink, even fetching my water bottle along the way.

Ernest plopped down on the bench, patting the seat next to him, "Take a break."

Do I look like I need a break? I hadn't done much but handle some minor issues.

Reluctantly, I joined Ernest as he sat down. Without him, I doubted I'd get much done. That's when I realized he was subtly guiding me.

"You were pretty fierce earlier," Ernest remarked.

I took a sip of water. "Was I?"

"Yeah, it was kinda scary," he said, making me tilt my head at him.

He nodded, "Seriously."

For some reason, his boy-next-door charm mixed with his tough-guy vibe was oddly endearing.

It was bizarre feeling this way about Ernest, the epitome of rugged masculinity. I blurted out, "Ernest, how old are you?"

about acting childishly. But

a beat too slow, then he added, "During

Oh, right.

he didn't wait for me to remember, answering

respond, as if we were just not on

"Granny Joan called me, heard we're working together. She wants me to

was the first time Ernest brought up Granny Joan

of Granny Joan were tied to her setting me up with Ernest, which could make

her up, I couldn't ignore it. I chuckled, "Didn't you tell her you're

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busy drinking, his Adam's apple bobbing in a way

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of which, I glanced at the elevator, "What was with

"Hmm?" He seemed confused.