No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 122



Ernest has always been pretty good to me. And with his straight-arrow military background, he probably won't treat Deborah differently. Pondering over it, I still waited a good twenty minutes before heading to Ernest's room.

He'd asked me to wait ten minutes, probably to freshen up and change his clothes.

As expected, when Ernest opened the door, his hair was still damp, he was in some comfy clothes, and wearing those hotel slippers on his feet.

"Come in," was all he said.

Right away, I noticed his laptop was open. Walking over, I dove straight into the matter at hand, "So, what's the new issue?"

"It's in the document on the desktop, just open it and see," Ernest spoke, just as the kettle he'd put on boiled.

Sitting down, I opened his laptop expecting a tidy desktop, typical of his personality, but I was wrong. His desktop was cluttered with documents.

Luckily, I'm not claustrophobic, otherwise, I'd have been overwhelmed on the spot.

Faced with all these files, I had to ask, "Which one is it? Your desktop's a mess."

"The one named

thinking maybe my binge-watching sessions had finally taken their toll on

here," I turned to

He was making coffee.

me take a look," he said, ready to come over, but then his phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID,

to search

him take

the other

him say, "We

and compensation's off

so quick that I hadn't even

the sheer number of files, but that

came back with the coffee, placing it beside

followed by Ernest's arm reaching around in a sembembrace, pointing at a file on the

"Here it is."

was deep and soothing, and

so close I

on my forehead,

I'd touch