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."

silently bit my lip. That scoundrel had dared to play me,

with long strides, leaving Allen to call after us,

known about

down on the couch and then just stared

played dead, tilting my head

I could

could even sense his lips nearly brushing

froze in nerves, but I didn't

really trying to take advantage of me,

had intended to force himself on me or take advantage of the situation, he wouldn't have waited until now. He wanted my wholehearted

wouldn't truly touch me, but he was

he stayed close

my act of being

up and leaving vel

unresponsive.

slightly opening my eyes to sneak a peek around his apartment, noting the design style wasn't much different from his place in