No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 126



"Mr. Collins, huh?" Deborah turned her gaze toward Ernest, "Is that cool with you, Mr. Collins?"

I was bracing for Ernest to give her a piece of his mind, but instead, he just said, "If she's up for it, sure."

T was speechless.

I felt a pinch on my arm; Deborah was giving me a series of frantic winks, clearly smelling some drama brewing.

Was Ernest really looking to stir the pot?

His casual comment had thrown me off.

Determined not to give Deborah the spectacle she was craving, I replied with a slight smile, "I'm not short on cash, so no thanks."

"Felicia..."

Ernest just looked over, silent.

During breakfast, my phone rang. It was my landlady next door. Assuming she had sorted things out, I answered, "Hey..."

you this early," she began, all

I said,

even compensation would do, so..." Her words hinted at something familiar, echoing a conversation I

record or bad habits, and he's quite the looker. Plus, he used to be a..." She was cut off as Ernest called out

Ernest pointed at the sunny-side-up

so much that I missed whatever else my landlady was saying, and ended up just agreeing with her before hanging up to face

turning his

ever the eager beaver,

lost my appetite,"

silent, watching him gobble down the hard-boiled egg, feeling a lump

had this nagging feeling that it

did he

with his meal, standing up and slinging his bag over his shoulder, "Enjoy your

him leave, then turned to me, "Felicia, he didn't want just any fried egg. He wanted

laced with the elixir of life?" I joked,

you," Deborah's revelation had

of my soy milk, I asked, "All because he wanted my

gives you, and even..." Deborah trailed

a naive teenager to miss the