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

tasted it. Phipps noticed and asked, "Not good?

taste or

So, he wasn't Ernest.

hope and despair, torturing me

Phipps seemed patient, waiting for

my fork and

didn't seem disappointed, just said, "I'll make

don't bother," I stopped

make plenty of other dishes," he seemed eager to please, as if

but let's save it for another

for you again?" he asked, his face

enthusiasm, I figured he

nodded, "I'll have

made with the same care as

soup was delicious, almost

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

and towards the end, remembering

you pretend

for me?"