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.

and Ernest discussed

of me, and I asked while eating the soup, "What did Dustin want?" "Nothing important," Ernest replied dismissively

me by surprise. "To go where? The

was a task for HR or the big bosses, right? Could it be 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

asked if I was

stirred the soup.

said,

help but laugh at his straightforwardness.

Ernest. Ernest's ears turned a shade of pink. "You don't compliment a man like

throat. "It's fine for

paused, understanding

a cornbread, our fingers briefly touched. "Ernest,

drift. "Yeah, but only with

a way

took a bite of the cornbread. It was moist and slightly sweet, delicious, but it couldn't match the taste of my mom's. They said no two rivers were the

it good?" Ernest

trying not to let my

and chatting with the tragedy of my parents'