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."

you look so much like him, I thought you were him," I said with a bitter smile, sitting down at the table and picking up a fork to try his

frowned as soon as I tasted it. Phipps noticed and asked,

of the taste or the seasoning,

So, he wasn't Ernest.

me oscillating between hope and despair, torturing me with the

Phipps seemed patient,

put down my fork and

just said, "I'll

don't bother," I

of other dishes," he seemed eager to please, as if he was afraid

another time. It's late,"

I can cook for you again?" he asked,

his enthusiasm, I figured he really did

"I'll

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

right. His soup was delicious, almost

be a waste," I

towards the end, remembering a promise

you

for me?"