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,"

go ahead," I

I talked to the guy, but he won't budge. Not even compensation would do, so..." Her words hinted

I've checked this guy out. He's got no criminal record or bad habits, and he's quite the looker. Plus, he

that fried egg?" Ernest pointed at the sunny-side-up egg on my

I missed whatever else my landlady was saying, and ended up just agreeing with her before

rather not, it's fine," he said, turning his attention back to peeling

ever the eager beaver, chimed in, ready

I've lost my appetite," Ernest coldly

him gobble down the hard-boiled egg, feeling a lump in my

had this nagging feeling that it wasn't really the fried

he

Ernest was done with his meal, standing up and

watched him leave, then turned to me, "Felicia, he didn't want just any fried

the elixir of life?" I joked, picking

you," Deborah's revelation had me

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

he gives you, and even..." Deborah trailed

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