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..."

bother you this early," she began, all

trouble, go ahead," I

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

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

can I have that fried egg?" Ernest pointed

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

turning

Collins, you can have my fried egg," Deborah, ever the eager beaver, chimed in, ready to hand

lost my

remained silent, watching him gobble down the hard-boiled egg, feeling a lump in my throat

this nagging feeling that it wasn't

he ask for

done with his meal, standing up and slinging his bag over his shoulder,

me, "Felicia, he didn't want just any

the elixir of life?" I joked, picking up my fork,

Collins is into you," Deborah's revelation had

a sip of my soy milk, I asked,

he gives you, and even..." Deborah trailed off, clicking her tongue, "I can't quite put my finger on it, but

wasn't a naive teenager to miss