No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 305



The situation was undeniably awkward, but Ernest seemed totally unfazed.

"Mr. Wagner, one moment," Ernest said, his demeanor as relaxed as ever as he helped me to the couch.

Instead of leaving immediately, he leisurely fetched a cloth to clean my hands. "Take your time eating. The chicken soup is hot. Don't rush."

Dustin lingered at the doorway, embodying the epitome of awkwardness, not quite fitting in but also not finding it easy to leave. It made me feel uneasy.

"Okay, I can manage on my own," I hinted, hoping Ernest would catch on that he should go see what Dustin wanted.

Before leaving, Ernest opened all the food containers and unwrapped the utensils, laying them out before me.

Ernest's actions were a silent battle cry. Poor Dustin was forced to witness the drama of someone doting on his girlfriend, leaving him to grapple with his feelings for me.

"Mr. Wagner, you want to speak with me?" Ernest approached the door, addressing Dustin.

discussed remained

three minutes, and his expression was as unreadable as always. Curiosity got the better of me, and I asked while eating the soup, "What did Dustin want?" "Nothing important," Ernest replied dismissively before adding, "He's trying to

took me by surprise. "To

that he was preparing to take over from Conrad? If so, what was the meaning behind his words earlier? Was he probing me or preparing me for

didn't say where and just asked if I was interested," Ernest said, taking a

stirred the soup. "What did

said,

at his straightforwardness. "What?" he

at how straightforward you are. It's cute," I complimented Ernest. Ernest's ears turned a shade of pink. "You don't compliment a man like that." "How should I, then?" I asked, amused. "Is it wrong to call

fine for

paused, understanding

he passed me a cornbread, our fingers briefly touched. "Ernest,

caught my drift. "Yeah, but only

had a way with romantic

slightly sweet, delicious, but it couldn't match the taste of my mom's. They said no two rivers were the same, and with my mom

good?" Ernest

nodded, trying not to let my mood rub

the meal and chatting with the tragedy of my parents'