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?

delightful, I couldn't shake off a sense of guilt for enjoying this

"What's the deal? Mr. Collins, aiming for a side

replied, "Ah, just toss a

after a brief moment of contemplation, I texted him:

faux beau, I still feel responsible for your well-being. Otherwise, I would have to allocate energy to take care of

caretaker position. And let's make it clear, this culinary act of

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

the breakfast, and it really did fuel my

work, however, a nagging thought crossed my mind. The firm hadn't called to rescind my

dampened my spirits, but I pressed

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

meddling with my hire. Is there any truth to that?" Grant's smile didn't waver; he didn't

puzzled me. "And yet, you seem uninterested

would I?" Grant