No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 867

"Well, no need for thanks, really," Ernest said with a mischievous glint in his eye. "After all, you did take good care of my wife while I was away."

He grabbed my hand with a playful flourish. "Come on, let's leave Mr. Smith to his thoughts."

I stifled a laugh with every ounce of willpower I had.

As we walked away, we heard Grant call out, "I guess I lost a love I never even had, huh?"

Ernest just waved a dismissive hand over his shoulder and led me back into the yacht.

I glanced out the window at Fanny and Sinclair sitting outside. "Aren't we going fishing?"

"When did Mrs. Collins become so oblivious?" Ernest teased, guiding me to the yacht's kitchen. "Let me cook you something you've never tried before."

He gently nudged me into a recliner. "Why don't you rest for a bit?"

poured me a glass of water, lifting it to my lips for a sip, and then kissed

watching him cook, I felt like I was in a dream. Maybe it was because he'd been gone so long, it almost felt like he'd never been a part of my life at all. But here he

pang of guilt. Compared to her,

the window, seeing

carried

but she couldn't refuse it, knowing Sinclair's stubborn

stole a glance at Sinclair. From her angle, she could only see his profile his neatly defined brows, the strong line of his nose, and those deep-set eyes. He had a strikingly European look, like someone with

to wonder about his origins. But no way would she ever dare voice those thoughts-he was just too handsome. Back in school, his looks had been a source of trouble for her,

"Uncle," she called softly.

his head slightly,

with a shy smile. "Nothing, just thinking how ridiculously handsome you

any woman

replied,

makes you wonder what kind of

tousled by the wind, eyes clear