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 remained a

better of me, and I asked

surprise. "To go where?

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

say where and just asked if I

the soup. "What

Ernest said, his response direct and

help but laugh at his straightforwardness. "What?" he

shade of pink. "You don't compliment a man like that." "How should I, then?" I asked, amused.

his throat. "It's fine

paused, understanding

me a cornbread, our fingers briefly touched. "Ernest, you're

my drift. "Yeah,

had a way

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 same, and with my

it good?"

not to let my mood rub off

chatting with the tragedy of my parents'