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.

spare clothes?" he asked boldly. I closed my eyes, tempted to say no, but then I heard him add, "Old ones will do." He

audacity and

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

out one of Ernest's shirts, I immediately regretted it. How could I let someone else wear Ernest's

his

got the better of me I

Ernest in

a twisted thought, reminding myself that Phipps wasn't Ernest while simultaneously wanting him to be. Just as I hesitated over handing the clothes to

could he be doing here