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.

surprised, and looked at him. "What

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

making sure to close

I didn't head straight back to the room I shared with Deborah. Instead, I leaned against the hallway wall, trying to calm my racing heart and

of eye contact and the way he had half-hugged me to help open a document on

I had to mentally slap myself back to reality and force myself to go back to my room,

back to him,

Fanny, saying: "He's not

the message and replied:

didn't reply, maybe she was asleep or back

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

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

you and

you had that fire earlier, maybe things

four: "Conrad's the type who needs a kick to

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

Jefferson: "Is there something Conrad

It was late