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.

turned around, surprised, and looked at him. "What did

"Just... could you close the door on your way

at him for a few seconds before leaving, making sure to close the door a bit more forcefully than

didn't head straight back to the room I shared with Deborah. Instead, I leaned against the

down, the more I found myself replaying our brief moment of eye contact and the way he had

mentally slap myself back to reality and force myself

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

saying: "He's not dead or injured, he's just bleeding

the message and replied: "Next time, I'll

reply, maybe she was asleep or back in

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

ex, huh? You're

"Between you and me, good

earlier, maybe things wouldn't have ended the

who needs a kick

pitiful face, which she always showed in front of me, and likely more

I typed back to Jefferson: "Is

It was late