No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

My ID and passport were all back at the hotel.

Yolande shot me a glance, then looked at Ernest, and went back to scrolling on her phone.

Ernest didn't say a word, acting as if he hadn't heard me at all.

I didn't repeat myself, knowing full well Ernest had heard me.

True enough, half an hour later, we pulled up in front of the hotel. Just as I was about to get out, Ernest said, "Yolande, go up with her."

I was taken from this hotel by Henrik before, and he was probably worried something like that might happen again.

"I'm kinda hungry. I'll grab something to eat over there," Yolande declined.

Ernest looked at her, but Yolande didn't meet his gaze and just walked off.

This woman had a cool edge to her, likely a part of what attracted Ernest to her.

There's an old saying, never make a man your everything, because when you don't, you become everything to him.

Seems there's some truth to it. Whether it was with Conrad or Ernest, I might have cared too much.

but I've already fallen flat on my

at myself and then opened the car door to head into the

accompany me meant he didn't want to come up, didn't want to

knew I shouldn't be upset,

couldn't just ask him

walked up to a security guard in the lobby and said, "Could you help me get

agreed, Ernest came over, "No need, I'll

didn't refuse. After all, if there was real danger, a

the guard, "Better come up with us, you know, just

gaze fell on me as I led the

last incident in mind, I made sure both of them came into

been in the room long before being whisked away by Henrik, so my bags were still packed and ready to

bystander; he turned into a porter,

were like mute, neither of us speaking

into the car, but Yolande was still

her number, but got no

crease his brow. Then he turned to me, "Let's

wait here in the car," I