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..."

sorry to bother you this early," she

go ahead," I said, sipping on my soy

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 heard

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

Ernest pointed at the sunny-side-up egg on my

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

he said, turning his attention back

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

I've lost my

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

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

he

his meal, standing up and slinging his bag over his

"Felicia, he

of life?" I joked, picking

you," Deborah's revelation had

soy milk,

and even..." Deborah trailed

naive teenager