No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 288



He'd switched to a T-shirt and cargo pants. It seemed he dug this look, rocking it like a secret agent, looking handsome. Besides his built physique, I guessed his regular workouts played a part. I remembered catching him doing push-ups in the wee hours last night. I must admit his form was impeccable.

"What are you staring at? Let's eat." Ernest caught my gaze, nudging me back to the present.

I sipped the beef stew Ernest cooked and couldn't resist probing, "Hit the gym much?"

He served me the side dish. "Nah, I train solo."

"No wonder your push-ups are so on point," I blurted out before I could catch myself.

Ernest paused, then looked down. I figured he'd be embarrassed about getting caught, but instead he just casually asked, "You saw that?"

It was my turn to clam up, so I focused on my stew.

Ernest's cooking skills were top-notch. I wasn't usually a stew person. But the beef stew had me reevaluating my life choices.

"Ernest, if engineering doesn't work out, you've got a future as a chef," I praised him. After saying that, I chuckled and added, "Either way, you're master-level."

Ernest nodded. "Deal."

I laughed. “Ernest, you're okay with anything I say, huh?"

to his girl," Ernest's response caught me off guard, my

chuckled softly, and I playfully punched him, only to hear

I reached

teasing me further, "But

me some slack..." I protested

of our playful banter, my phone rang. I had realized phones were a blessing and a curse when they interrupt

seeing

goodness I had

l

his name. Otherwise, Ernest

Ernest let me go and started clearing

Ernest bustling around, I answered the call,

cold word seemed to stun Conrad on

probably

Wagner, if you need anything, just say

buy an insurance

question reminded me of an event four years ago, a promotional stunt by an insurance companyè offering love insurance" for couples. If the couple got married,

and I were divorced, the policy was as good as dead. I wasn't sure why he was bringing

him but just stated the facts. "We

sounded genuinely

"Licia, I got some milk for you. Wanna take it

on purpose, but Conrad must have overheard because he asked, “You're living