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 named

taken their toll on my eyes, because

it's not here," I turned to

He was making coffee.

over, but then his phone

to search

him take

out the

say, "We had

I won't accept charges, and compensation's off

I hadn't even finished scanning all his

the sheer number of files, but that they were

placing

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

"Here it is."

was deep and soothing, and

so close I

chin on my forehead,

I'd touch