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..."

so sorry to bother you this early," she began, all

go ahead," I said, sipping

guy, but he won't budge. Not even compensation would do, so..." Her words hinted at something familiar, echoing a conversation

I've checked this guy out. He's got no criminal record or bad habits, and he's quite the looker. Plus, he used to be a..." She was

Ernest pointed

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

not, it's fine," he said, turning his attention back to peeling a hard-boiled

have my fried egg," Deborah, ever the eager beaver, chimed in, ready to

my appetite," Ernest coldly

gobble down the hard-boiled egg, feeling a lump

it wasn't really

he ask for

puzzle it out, Ernest was done with his meal, standing up and slinging his bag over his shoulder, "Enjoy your

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

of life?" I joked, picking up my fork, and taking

Collins is into you," Deborah's revelation had me

a sip of my soy milk, I asked, "All because

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

a naive teenager to