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

friend named

shaking his head, "No,

eyes on me, but I could tell his

"The tough guy,

actually someone like that? How do

you seem pretty interested in this tough guy friend of mine.

be convenient?" Grant played

"Inconvenient?" I teased.

worried about misunderstandings, you know. Like yesterday,

what's his full name?" I bypassed his

um..." Grant stumbled over his words, "I call

he old?" I probed

but not young either.

lightly, "Could I

Grant's eyes widened

said he's single,

out a nervous chuckle. "I didn't expect you to be so

said while giving me

you have to take it. As the saying goes, happiness must be seized," I teased