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

my binge-watching sessions had finally taken

here," I

He was making coffee.

over, but then his phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he told me, "Just a

the opportunity to search

take

out the other

say,

and compensation's off

so quick that I hadn't even

wasn't the sheer number of files, but that they were

came back with the coffee, placing it beside me, "Here you

followed by Ernest's arm reaching

"Here it is."

voice was deep and soothing, and

so close I

his chin on

I'd touch