No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 661

I squinted my eyes and pulled Dustin right in front of me, glaring up into his face. "Ernest, you finally showed up... You son of a gun, what took you so long?" Dustin's face was a picture of discomfort as he gently pressed my hand. "Felicia, you're drunk. I'm not Ernest."

"No, you are Ernest," I insisted, reaching up to trace his brow. "You're my Ernest. You've changed your heart; you don't love me anymore, you don't want me anymore..." Men hate being a stand-in, especially Dustin, who was so fond of me. My words felt like a knife to his heart.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my shoulder as Dustin gripped me tightly, giving me a shake. "Look at me, who am I?"

I stared at him, and after a few seconds, my lips quivered, and then I burst into tears...

"Ernest, you bully me, you jerk..." I sobbed and cursed.

For a woman, tears are the most powerful weapon in front of the man she loves. My crying made Dustin loosen his grip.

I tried to push him away, to hit him, but he just scooped me up and carried me outside.

As Dustin was taking me out of the private room, Allen sauntered over, chuckling, "A bottle of Scotch, enough to knock any guy off his feet."

my lip. That scoundrel had dared to play

to call after us, "Mr. Wagner, don't forget to thank your wingman for the lovely night." Their relationship was

I hadn't known about or

the couch and then just stared at

dead, tilting my head

he leaned closer, and I could feel his breath on my

his lips nearly brushing against

nerves, but I didn't

really trying to take advantage of me, he was just

to force himself on me or take advantage of the situation, he wouldn't have waited

but he was suspicious I

stayed close without

my act of being

up and leaving vel

unresponsive.

a peek around his apartment, noting the design style wasn't much different from his