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

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

it's not here," I

He was making coffee.

then his phone

to search the desktop

to him take

the

say, "We

and compensation's off

quick that I hadn't

files, but that they were all named

placing it beside me,

tightening behind me, followed by Ernest's arm reaching around in a sembembrace, pointing at a

"Here it is."

was deep

so close I

on my

and I'd