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.

scrolling, let's eat," Ernest nudged

"Okay" and started on

my appetite, but the sweet juice was soothing and delectably refreshing. It would've

the juice at room temperature,

didn't have much of an appetite and played with my food while Ernest

Despite his tough appearance,

neatly,

his plate

a

a habit I've

since we first met.

to .Org

child, to never waste

I said, "Clean

is great and all, but you polish

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

not about being shy; it's unnecessary," Ernest replied, then reached over and started

the first time he'd done this, but doing it in a restaurant

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