No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 831

Was she here with Conrad just to set things up so she could stay?

"I don't want big dumplings in my soup; I prefer the tiny ones. And pick out the onions from the salad-I like the flavor, not the actual onions," I was saying when Yolande stopped and turned to look at me.

"Conrad really spoils you, doesn't he?" Yolande paused, then added, "You're quite the picky one."

"I'm not your personal maid, you know," Yolande shot back as she headed into the kitchen.

I got the hint. I slowly got up, trying to play it cool even though I was itching to hurry over. Yolande was putting on a show, and I needed to play along.

By the time I reached the kitchen, Yolande was already washing veggies and chopping ingredients with such skill and precision that it surprised me. "Ms. Clark, you're quite the pro."

"This is called independence. Just because someone spoils you doesn't mean you shouldn't take care of yourself," Yolande lectured, and she wasn't wrong.

Now, while I might not have her culinary skills, I'm pretty self-sufficient myself.

"True, lesson learned. I guess I should lend a hand; otherwise, I'd feel guilty enjoying the meal," I said, rolling up my sleeves and pitching in with the veggies.

The sound of the exhaust fan mixed with the running water gave me the perfect opportunity to ask, "Did you mess with that urn? Where's the stuff Ernest left inside?"

"Why would I touch that thing?" Yolande snorted.

before Allen sensed something was off and sent someone to

Hudson, so am I. The urn's exactly how Ernest left it with me, and if I'd tampered

ever.

vibe of the urn, I realized there was no reason

rings when he left, and

in the urn. Why

man know how to

urn that's got you

Day

urn for a ring-you're

it wasn't you, then what

the ring? Let me see," Yolande asked, glancing

but it wasn't from the urn. It was the

Allen. He's

it

bits by

of how he'd

urn open.