No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

My breath caught. Ernest brought Yolande with him? Are they now that inseparable, joined at the hip?

Seeing my daze, Henrik's lips quirked in a half-smile. "As I thought, your eyes are much more honest than your mouth."

With that, he turned to leave.

Swallowing the dryness in my throat, I followed him.

When I first arrived, Henrik had knocked me out and brought me here. Now, leaving, I was riding in his luxury car, soaking in the scenery. Except, the scenery remembered me, but I couldn't clearly recall it.

As the car pulled to a stop, I looked over at Henrik, my heart pounding, "Why are we at a hospital?"

"To see someone," Henrik gathered my nervousness into his gaze.

"Who?" My throat tightened.

He leaned in closer, those deep eyes of his locking onto mine, "This nervous...could it be about Collins?"

He guessed right, that was exactly what I was thinking.

"Weren't you two separated? Hate him? Why still care? Or was your breakup just a charade, a sleight of hand?" Henrik scrutinized me.

but I didn't look away, "Separation

said nothing, just watched me, as if

of the car,

it's

"Why?" Henrik smiled.

I, the

lips subtly, "Nice boundaries,

refuse?" I

his hand, replying, "I'll

eyes widened, and I shot him a glare before reluctantly getting out

didn't want to be carried in front

wouldn't be so bad for Henrik to

aft

leaving him.

Felicia, was cherish t

just a thought. I wasn't really

walked, it felt

dodge, I heard Henrik

the screen, and I was startled. Our

hadn't realized how well I complemented him, walking side by