No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 379



Dinner was a smooth affair, with Jeremy not putting on airs of a boss at all.

Aside from passing me dishes and occasionally asking if I needed water, Ernest was almost silent, cool to the point where you'd think he was the boss.

After the meal, Jeremy left in his understated Maybach.

Grant, having enjoyed a few drinks, called for a rideshare.

While waiting, Grant slung an arm around Ernest's shoulder. "Ernest, what do you think? Were you satisfied with how tonight went?"

Ernest brushed off his hand. "You've had too much to drink."

"Not at all, I know you're worried I'll blab, but trust me, I've got it under control," Grant tried to pat Ernest on the shoulder again.

This time, Ernest grabbed his wrist firmly. "Mr. Smith, I really dislike it when people pat my shoulder. You should probably avoid doing it to others as well. There's this old wives' tale that everyone's fortune rests on their shoulders, and you might just slap someone's good luck away. Get it?"

I almost laughed out loud, not expecting Ernest to care about such superstitions.

Grant was initially confused, then burst into laughter. "Ernest, since when did you start buying into those old wives' tales? I remember you used to..." "Your ride's here," Ernest cut him off just as the rideshare arrived.

Without being asked, Ernest took the initiative. "He's the one who called for the ride, talk to him."

wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

talking yet. Why are you leaving?" Grant called out to us, but

the car, I

Ernest sensed something was

the car, I looked at Ernest. "Did Mr. Collins strike you as a big

slightly. "Why, you think

seem more like a boss than he does," I locked eyes with

same," Ernest naturally continued, then

face. "Yeah, you look like something out of a romance novel, yet you're

disappointed? Or did you hope I was?"

head. "No, don't think

it. I like you just the way you are. Simple,

clear background. It

alcohol tonight, but my mood

I become wealthy one day, Licia? Would you feel unsafe

did Mr. Collins become

didn't answer. Thinking of

struggles, even

I reassured him, "Feeling safe

I withdrew my

Von

my hand against

drunk tonight, his breath laced with the scent of liquor, mingling with