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.

I feared what

back, "Guess you'll

his laughter

Henrik's words had thrown my thoughts into disarray, leaving me with little interest in continuing our banter. Instead, I focused on the men seated in front of us, trying to steady my thoughts. Lost in thought, I was surprised by an ice cream suddenly appearing in front of me, with

finish these before the game

hesitated not taking it right away but seeing Henrik, a grown man, casually enjoying his ice cream somehow made him seem

I couldn't let it just melt away,

cream like hers," a

more attention our way, with Ernest turning to look this

tell he was watching me,

I felt like a kid caught sneaking ice cream, unable to move with it plastered to my lips. "Let's take a photo," Henrik suddenly said, pulling me close and snapping a

a provocative glance at Ernest

away, and Henrik whispered in my

Henrik had an ulterior motive. I elbowed him