No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

His laughter turned heads our way, drawing the gaze of everyone in the vicinity, including Yolande who was seated in the front row. Feeling my face flush with embarrassment, I smacked Henrik's arm, "Stop laughing, will you?"

"Ouch!" He winced, cradling his arm where I hit him, reminding me of an injury there - a souvenir from Ernest's last encounter.

That relentless drive for payback, it's just part of being a guy, especially for someone like Henrik.

"Ernest's here today. You planning on dealing with him?" I couldn't help but ask straight out.

Henrik's eyes briefly locked onto Ernest's back before replying, "If he keeps to himself today, I'll let him be for now."

My heart skipped a beat. "What's that supposed to mean?"

With a sly grin, Henrik explained, "It means, if he's not planning on whisking you away today, I'll spare him... for now." Ernest wants to take me away? Was that what Yolande meant she should've told me? Why didn't Ernest say anything? Now that Henrik mentioned it, it was clear he had seen through Ernest's intentions, definitely keeping his guard up.

I glanced at the back of Ernest's head, feeling a tad uneasy.

"If he saves you, would you go with him?" Henrik prodded further.

feared what Henrik might do

I shot back, "Guess you'll find out if he does,

chuckled, his

leaving me with little interest in continuing our banter. Instead, I focused on the men seated in front of us, trying to

these before the game

grown man, casually enjoying his ice cream

it just melt away, so I started

ice cream like hers," a

gesture drew even more attention our way, with Ernest turning to

was watching me, his

felt like a kid caught sneaking ice cream, unable to move with it plastered to

managed to throw a provocative glance

away, and Henrik whispered in my ear, "Jealous, is

Henrik had an ulterior motive. I elbowed him lightly, "Aren't you