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?"

tease him about acting childishly. But

too slow, then he added, "During

Oh, right.

me to remember, answering

unable to respond, as if

he mentioned, "Granny Joan called me, heard we're working

Ernest brought up Granny

normal for him not to mention her, and Khadn't asked because my memories of Granny Joan were tied to her

ignore it. I chuckled, "Didn't you

his response made me

Adam's apple bobbing in a way that made me avert my gaze,

visit her by myself, doesn't need to be with

together?" His hearing

on my own," I said, looking at him again, "I

I meant

on

that.

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& who remind

him, so it was crucial t to keep

if we occasionally ended up close, like

at the elevator, "What was with that sudden

"Hmm?" He seemed confused.