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," she began, all

I said, sipping

even compensation would do, so..." Her words hinted

no criminal record or bad habits, and he's quite the looker. Plus,

Hudson, can I have that fried egg?" Ernest pointed at

saying,

fine," he said, turning his attention back

ever the eager beaver, chimed in, ready

lost my appetite,"

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

had this nagging feeling that it wasn't really the

did he ask for

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

then turned to me, "Felicia, he didn't want just any fried egg.

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

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

my soy milk, I asked, "All because

that. It's the way he acts around you, the looks he gives you, and even..." Deborah trailed off, clicking her tongue, "I can't quite put my

teenager to miss