No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 694

At that moment, I felt an unexpected warmth rush to my cheeks, realizing he had deftly turned the tables on me with his charm. He appeared so composed and serious, making me think he was just a novice in this game, only to reveal himself as a master player. How intriguing!

A sly smile played at the corner of my lips as I tried to maintain a collected demeanor, unaffected by the situation. "You're overthinking it," I said. With that, I set down my oatmeal bowl and left the breakfast nook, heading to the living room to watch TV. Phipps, unfazed, casually wiped the oatmeal splatter from his shirt and began tidying up the table. He washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen before finally speaking up, "Mind if I use the bathroom?"

"Go ahead!" I replied, not meeting his gaze. For some reason, his offhanded joke had left me unable to look him in the eye. Maybe deep down, I did want him to stay, and his words had hit a nerve, making me feel exposed...

"I need to take a shower," Phipps added, drawing my attention back to him. His demeanor was so assured, as if any misunderstanding would be my fault. Noticing the oatmeal still in his hair, I merely grunted in acknowledgment.

add, "Old ones will do." He didn't mention Ernest by name, but the

and candor

was so open that it made me second-guess my annoyance. Indeed, when someone is that transparent, it's hard to misinterpret their intentions. found myself in that position, wanting to accuse him of overstepping, yet the words wouldn't come out. "I'll find something

of Ernest's shirts, I immediately regretted it. How

and his resemblance to

better of me I

Ernest in his

wanting him to

be doing here at this hour? As I pondered, Conrad began knocking,