No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 719

"Where did you bury that urn?" he suddenly asked, catching me off guard.

A faint smile appeared on Ernest's pale face. "Relax, I didn't mean anything by it."

He tried to sit up, wanting to get closer. I instinctively leaned in, and he whispered, "Remember, there's a tracker hidden in that urn. A lot of info from my phone is synced to it. If anything happens to me, use that tracker to call the cops." I was stunned. Such a big secret hidden in an urn.

And Yolande Clark was the one who gave it to me. So, did Yolande know too?

The thought of Yolande soured my mood. "Why didn't you have Yolande handle this?"

Ernest chuckled softly. "Jealous now?"

I snorted, and Ernest explained, "She and I are just comrades-in-arms, nothing romantic. Plus..."

He paused, catching his breath, "She doesn't know about the tracker. She's the one who filled the urn."

I was puzzled. "How did you manage to hide the tracker in there?"

"What do you think?" He had the audacity to quiz me.

I wasn't clueless. "You tampered with the urn?"

softly. "Smart.

admitted he was

so long for this, I bit him lightly, tasting a salty

and as Ernest was being loaded in, he murmured, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Felicia..."

giving him a chance to speak, I

"What?" He feigned ignorance.

a car, and was

silent for a moment. "You

think?"

of line last night, and I apologize. As for Phipps, I owe him. He stopped

him?"

offering an apology and clearing himself of

and Dustin pressed, "Where is he

the hospital, emergency room," I

he continued to play

if anything happens to

hanging up, I sat there, staring at the emergency

but with all the blood and the

Ernest to emerge,