No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 151



At the crack of dawn, around five in the morning, I rolled out of bed and into a yoga session, aiming to kickstart my day with a burst of energy for the new job ahead.

By six, after freshening up and changing, I was about to whip up some breakfast when my phone buzzed with a message from Ernest.

"Breakfast's on the table. Left the keys at your door."

Puzzled, I stared at the message for a few minutes before opening my door to indeed find the keys. Curiosity piqued, I entered Ernest's room to discover breakfast waiting for me.

Despite my initial reluctance, I couldn't deny the allure of his cooking and ended up 'helping' him out last night.

What was this morning's breakfast about, though? Was he auditioning for the role of my live-in chef, free of charge?

as waking up to a ready-made meal was delightful, I couldn't shake off

I texted back: "What's the deal? Mr. Collins, aiming

"Ah, just toss a few coins

of contemplation, I texted him: "Ernest, you've crossed the line. We

I still feel responsible for your well-being. Otherwise, I

stance clear: "You're overthinking this. You signed up for a role, not a caretaker position. And let's make it clear, this culinary act of yours is a one-off. Don't expect me to

ungrateful; it was about setting boundaries, especially when I couldn't reciprocate

enjoyed the breakfast, and it really did

firm hadn't called to rescind my offer which likely meant

spirits, but I pressed on

to meet me, his handshake warm and enthusiastic. His demeanor hardly suggested I was about

the issue head-on. "Mr. Smith, I've heard my previous employer has been meddling with my hire. Is there any truth to that?" Grant's smile didn't waver; he didn't seem taken aback. Instead,

facade puzzled me. "And yet, you

I?"