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

I shot back, "Guess you'll

chuckled, his laughter

I focused on the men seated in front of

the game starts,"

a grown man, casually enjoying his ice

let it just melt away, so I

I want an ice cream like hers," a child

more attention our way, with Ernest turning

was watching me, his

caught sneaking ice cream, unable to move with it plastered to my lips. "Let's take a photo," Henrik suddenly said,

throw a provocative glance at Ernest while doing

and Henrik whispered in my ear, "Jealous, is

sure, but I knew Henrik had an ulterior motive.