No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I had no idea what the situation was like for Fanny at the moment, but judging from what I'd seen earlier, it was probably pretty similar to the predicament Ernest and I were in.

Getting interrupted like this, especially since it was their first time, was bound to leave a mark.

So, I immediately pressed down on an eager Ernest, "Let's take a quick break."

Ernest, chest heaving, gave me a heated look, "Yeah?"

I pouted towards the door, "Listen, someone's trying to rain on someone else's parade."

Ernest's gaze darkened slightly, "And what about it?"

"We can't just stand by," I started pushing Ernest away as I spoke.

"So, they're raining on our parade too," I loved Ernest's response.

I kissed him quickly. "Hold on, Ernest. I'll go deal with the party pooper."

It was a childish thing to say, making me feel like a kid.

Now I finally get it. When you're with someone who loves and spoils you, you start to age backward, becoming more childlike the longer you live.

That's me. I used to have to put on this mature and aloof act around Conrad, trying to come off as this future lady boss. I worked on maintaining his dignity, seeing the big picture, and understanding elegance, which made me seem way older than I actually was.

Ernest lacks Conrad's wealth and status, but it's precisely because he's free from those burdens that

saying, "You win some, you lose

Ernest like an eel, quickly fixing my disheveled clothes, and hurried to open the door, ready

as I opened my door, the door to Yates' room opened too. However, it wasn't Yates who came out, but

the doorway, leaning against the frame to quietly observe, ready to join the fray

the familiar excuse sounded

wasn't provoked, just offering a faint smile, "The senior

were a veiled jab at Fanny, insinuating a closeness with Yates meant to make Fanny

good, a veritable fox in sheep's

are you? You're here for me?" Fanny's years of dealing with women not only allowed her to

understand their true nature.

professional demeanor, showing a softer side. But then I saw Fanny... Wow, my

a long dress, but now she was wearing a

change of clothes meant

I hadn't even gotten a third into

straight in without any

up with a hint

her fox spirit, Milly's depth was evident. Her words were dismissive,

tough line to respond to,