No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 258



After hitting send on those words, I quickly followed up: "Gift from a young hunk."

I stared at the sent message, waiting for Ernest's reply, but one second, two seconds, three seconds passed, and nothing came through. What's going on? Is he mad? Ignoring me?

My fingers hesitated over the keyboard, ready to ask him what's up, but after typing out a whole sentence, I paused and deleted it.

If he's getting upset over someone else sending me flowers, how is he any different from Conrad back in the day?

Back when I was in school, I wasn't exactly short on admirers, not to mention those who missed the memo about Conrad and me while I was working.

Every time it happened, Conrad would lose it. He wouldn't just confront the guy; he'd blame me for being too "approachable."

To avoid his temper, I've bent over backward more times than I can count, even going so far as to distance myself from any male friends who could potentially stir up misunderstandings.

I refuse to go through that again.

So, I tossed my phone aside and got back to work.

About ten minutes later, my phone rang. It was Ernest, calling directly.

I frowned and picked up, "What's up?"

"Why aren't you replying to my messages?" Ernest's voice buzzed through the phone, dripping with a sense of being wronged.

surprise, opened my messages, and saw he

I

okay for others to send you stuff, but you're not

things like that;

sense of

saying

"Not sure what

a bit jealous," Ernest

love to see what Mr. Collins looks like when he's jealous. Snap a photo for

you having for lunch?" Ernest smoothly changed the

joining me for lunch or planning to surprise me with a

let him down. I informed him about

was hoping to have lunch with my girlfriend," Ernest shared

"Mr. Collins, getting a bit clingy, are we?

soon as I asked, I remembered he was planning on leaving, probably

say you're leaving, is it for work?" I revisited

to settle in Seabreeze City with my girlfriend," response caught me

wasn't here, nor did they have a branch in

your job?"

me think of something Grant had said, "Ernest, why don't you come work at my company? We're

want me to work with you?" Ernest seemed

at the misunderstanding, "Not with me, just at the same company. I'm in marketing; we wouldn't be in the same

other anytime," Ernest's words left

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