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."

him," I said with a bitter smile, sitting down at the table and

it. Phipps noticed and asked, "Not good?

wasn't because of the taste or the seasoning, but because

So, he wasn't Ernest.

man had me oscillating between hope and

Phipps seemed patient, waiting

put down my fork and lied, "It's

disappointed, just

don't bother," I stopped

can make plenty of other dishes," he seemed

it for another

can cook for you again?" he asked, his face lighting

I figured he really did

"I'll have

same care as Ernest's, surely couldn't taste all that

His soup was

I can't finish it all by myself. It'd be a waste," I invited Phipps to share the

towards the end, remembering a promise

"Would you

Ernest for me?"