No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 234



The mention of Ernest instantly conjured his image in my mind, reminding me of Jefferson's mention yesterday about a certain Mr. Quinn who had put a substantial investment his way.

I locked eyes with him. "This tough guy Mr. Smith talked about, what's his brand of tough? Or is he a friend of yours?"

Grant cleared his throat, "It's hard to describe, just... the kind of masculine, stands tall and straight, like... yes, that kind of..."

His hand pointed towards the diner's projecting TV screen, which was currently broadcasting the news featuring a flag-raising ceremony.

Watching those flag bearers, each with a posture so rigid and disciplined, Ernest sprang to my mind once again, and I could sense that Grant was hinting at something.

A Mr. Quinn? A tough guy? Perhaps a military man?

That had to be Ernest, right?

I looked at Grant, who was now staring at the big screen, seemingly lost in thought. So, I blurted out, "Mr. Smith, your friend is Ernest?"

"Hmm? Eh?" Grant turned to me, "What did you say?"

if he genuinely hadn't heard me or was feigning

friend

shaking his head, "No, who's

eyes on me, but I

tough guy, the one Mr. Smith

How do you get along

seem pretty interested in this tough guy friend of

be convenient?" Grant

"Inconvenient?" I teased.

gently. "Just worried about misunderstandings, you know. Like yesterday, your friend got all defensive and pretended to be

what's his

over his words, "I

is he old?" I probed further along

but not young either.

lightly, "Could I meet

widened

"Mr. Smith, you said he's single, and

didn't expect you to be

said while giving me

whenever there's a chance, you have to take it. As the saying