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?"

should always listen to his girl," Ernest's response caught

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

please stop it," I reached to cover his

Ernest dodged, teasing me further,

me some slack..." I protested in mock

had realized phones were a blessing and a curse when they

from Ernest's embrace, seeing the name Conrad flash

I had

l

"Honey to his name. Otherwise,

let me go and started clearing

I answered the

to stun

probably

anything, just

an insurance policy together?" Conrad finally spoke

ago, a promotional stunt by an insurance companyè offering love insurance" for couples. If the couple got married,

divorced, the policy was as good as dead. I

but just stated the facts. "We did, but it's

Conrad sounded

I got some milk for you. Wanna take it for the road or

if Ernest did that on purpose, but Conrad must have overheard because he asked, “You're living with