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..."

I'm so sorry to bother you this

ahead," I said, sipping

issue we 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 to have

got no criminal record or bad habits, and he's quite the looker. Plus, he used to be a..."

egg?" Ernest pointed at

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

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

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

lost my appetite," Ernest coldly

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

I had this nagging feeling that it wasn't really

did he ask

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

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

of life?" I joked, picking up

into you," Deborah's

milk,

gives you, and even..." Deborah trailed off, clicking her tongue, "I can't

a naive teenager to miss the