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?

up to a ready-made meal was delightful, I couldn't shake off a sense of guilt

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

just toss a few coins to your witcher,

serious, but after a brief moment of contemplation, I texted him: "Ernest, you've crossed

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

for a role, not a caretaker position. And let's

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

I enjoyed the breakfast, and it

work, however, a nagging thought crossed my mind. The firm hadn't called to rescind my offer which likely meant they were waiting to

spirits, but I pressed on to the

warm and enthusiastic.

my hire. Is there any truth to that?" Grant's smile didn't waver; he didn't seem taken aback. Instead,

friendly facade puzzled me. "And yet, you seem uninterested in letting me

I?" Grant