No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 837

She had barely stepped onto the helicopter before someone forced something down her throat, leaving her groggy and disoriented. She had drifted off into a deep sleep, filled with memories of Sinclair.

Why was she dreaming about him?

It probably had something to do with what she had said to Dustin. She and Sinclair were family; there was no way he had any other kind of thoughts about her. Dustin was just being sleazy.

Fanny caught a whiff of something delicious in the air, and her stomach growled. Despite being out cold, her body had been using energy, especially since dream- Fanny had been running around looking for Sinclair, which had drained her quite a bit.

Smirking at herself, she mused about how strange the human brain was, capable of replaying the past and concocting some pretty wild scenarios.

She got out of bed and walked into the living room to find two men sitting at the dining table, enjoying their breakfast.

Fanny joined them, noticing they had set a plate aside for her. Without hesitation, she grabbed the glass of milk and took a few gulps before tucking into the food.

Her nonchalant demeanor and lack of any apparent fear of being kidnapped caught the two men by surprise.

looking at me like that?" Fanny

seem a little too at

mark on her neck. It didn't hurt, but it had bled. "What?

when in Rome, do as the Romans do. So, take things as

now on,"

hire a cook, so this meal must have been their

be your chef? Then you've got the wrong person. My hands are meant for surgery, not for wielding a carving knife," she retorted, popping another piece of steak into her

take care of you? Besides, didn't you bend over backward when it was for Felicia? Why so harsh

more milk. "Anyway, I'm not cooking. If you don't want

and Ernest frowned at her defiance, but Fanny couldn't care less. "I once spent thirty hours in surgery without eating or drinking. I can handle it. People

was the embodiment of defiance, unafraid and

don't eat,"

eat eat. You're the ones who brought me here. If you're tired of feeding me, let me go, or

storm, and he glanced at Ernest, who just raised an eyebrow. "You're