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."

one

screen for it, thinking maybe my binge-watching sessions had finally taken their toll on my eyes, because I couldn't find it after

it's not here," I

He was making coffee.

but then his

the opportunity to search

to him take the

out the other side

him say, "We

and compensation's off the

was brief, so quick that I hadn't

number of files, but that they were

with the coffee, placing it beside me, "Here

felt a tightening behind me, followed by Ernest's arm reaching around in

"Here it is."

deep and

so close

chin on my forehead,

I'd touch