No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 693

"Time for dinner," Phipps called out to me.

I didn't move, just watched him as he set the table. "Come on, give it a taste."

Under the soft glow of the lamp, he bore an uncanny resemblance to Ernest. It was almost eerie, especially the way he stirred the pot earlier. People can disguise themselves, but oftentimes, it's the little habits and gestures they can't hide.

So Phipps was my Ernest, wasn't he?

With that thought, I got up and walked over, wrapping my arms around him from behind, my cheek pressed against his back.

Phipps tensed up but didn't push me away. Instead, he said, "Dinner's ready."

"You're Ernest, aren't you?" I whispered.

Phipps didn't answer. I turned him around to face me, insisting, "There's no one else here, just you and me. Tell me you're Ernest, please?"

"I'm not," he replied coldly, shattering my fantasy.

"I am Phipps!" he stressed.

I didn't ask further, just slowly let go of his hand and even apologized, "Sorry, you cooking in that apron, even stirring the pot with your left hand three times... You reminded me so much of Ernest." Phipps's jaw tightened. "That's just a coincidence."

a coincidence that you look so much like him, I thought you were him," I said with a

I tasted it. Phipps noticed

the taste or the seasoning, but because it

So, he wasn't Ernest.

oscillating between hope

patient, waiting for

down my fork and lied, "It's not

didn't seem disappointed, just

bother,"

other dishes," he seemed eager to please, as if

it for another time. It's

cook for you again?" he asked,

he really did

nodded, "I'll

with the same care as Ernest's, surely couldn't taste

right. His soup was

it all by myself. It'd be a waste," I

in silence, and towards the

you

Ernest for