No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 364



As I opened Facebook, I noticed a friend request notification. I'm not one to add strangers unless they've found me through a shared phone number. Curiosity got the better of me, and I clicked on the request. The username was "Justice Heart," accompanied by a note that read: "This is Officer Sampson."

Such an authoritative title isn't something you'd expect from just anybody.

Racking my brain, I tried to recall who this person could be. The only police officer I had interacted with recently was the one who had issued a death certificate for me the day before.

At that moment, I hadn't inquired about his first name, but he was the only officer I had come into contact with recently, and he had indeed asked for my phone number.

I accepted the request, and we were officially connected on Messenger, ready to exchange messages. However, I refrained from initiating any conversation.

He was the one who added me; if there was something important, he'd reach out.

Next, I shot a message to Fanny: "Dating's all about charm and flirtation. You're like Wonder Woman, all steel and strength. It's hard for a guy to feel needed with you."

After sending the message, I glanced at Fanny, but she showed no signs of having noticed, as if her phone was miles away.

But I wasn't really expecting an immediate response; it was more about planting the idea for next time.

let's

responded with an "Okay" and started on my

the sweet juice was

ordered the juice at room temperature, knowing I was on my

appetite and played with my food

Despite his tough appearance,

neatly,

off his plate

leaving a

habit I've noticed

since we first met.

to .Org

was taught as a child, to never waste food, though

I said,

great and all, but you polish

about leaving evidence. At home, it saves on washing up, but out here,

about being shy; it's unnecessary," Ernest replied, then reached over

the first time he'd done this, but doing

matter. Wasting food isn't right," he retorted,