No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 124



The moment I finished my words, Ernest's grip on my hand tightened. His eyes narrowed, a fleeting emotion hidden deep within them.

Then, the pressure on my hand vanished as he let go.

I quickly stepped aside, rubbing the sore spot where he had gripped me too tightly. "I've made all the edits you marked. Do you want to check them now?"

Ernest didn't move, still reclining in his chair, his eyes now shut again. "No need, you should head off to bed."

"Oh, goodnight then," I said, turning away.

"Licia," Ernest suddenly called out from behind me.

I staggered, had he just called me...?

Licia...

That was my nickname, used only by my parents when they were alive, and occasionally by Fanny, but she only ever called me Licia in private. But I heard it clearly; Ernest had just called me Licia.

and looked at him. "What did

he said, eyes still closed. "Just... could you close the

at him for a few seconds before leaving, making sure

room I shared with Deborah. Instead, I leaned against the hallway

I found myself replaying our brief moment of eye contact and the way he had half-hugged me to help open a

myself back to reality and force myself to go back to my room, lying down

mind from wandering back to him, I opened my phone and saw several unread

was one from Fanny, saying: "He's not dead

at the message and replied: "Next

maybe she was asleep or back in

opened the one with Jefferson. He had sent several messages about

one: "Shooting your ex, huh? You're

"Between you and me, good

that fire earlier, maybe

who needs

of me, and likely more so in front of Conrad, I wondered if

typed back to Jefferson: "Is there

It was late