No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"I get it," Ernest said, with those familiar words again.

I couldn't help but laugh, shaking my head. "Ernest, I think I've finally figured out why you're still single in your thirties. You're just too boring." "Do you think I'm boring?" he asked softly.

Considering he was not a love expert, I just chuckled and let it go. "What I mean is, you're not great at sweet-talking girls."

There was a brief silence on his end. "To my understanding, 'sweet-talking' implies deceit."

His unique way of responding always left me speechless.

"Do you want me to sweet-talk you?" Ernest asked again.

Every girl loves that, but it should come from genuine affection, not deceit, just like how Conrad would do it.

"No, just be yourself with me," I leaned into his embrace, "You're one of a kind."

"What if I proposed to you? Would you say yes?" Ernest suddenly shifted the conversation back.

I hadn't really thought about it, and his sudden question caught me off guard. Without much thought, I replied, "You haven't even proposed."

Ernest took my hand and fished something out from the quilt after I finished my talk, fidgeting with it gently, "Licia, will you marry me?"

I laughed. "Is this your proposal?"

"It's not, but it also is," Ernest's reply made me want to playfully punch him.

I never imagined my first proposal would be like this. I always thought my first proposal would be made by Conrad. He had even planned a proposal at the amusement park not long ago.

I didn't go, but photos sent on the inte later.

Netizen thought it was a rehearsal for an event, but I knew it was Conrad's proposal for me.

"Ernest, do you think I'm so easy to win over by only few words? A proposal needs at least some flowers and a ring..." I hadn't even finished my sentence when Ernest raised my hand and I noticed that I was wearing a shiny gold ring.

Shocked, I looked from Ernest to my finger. I was sure he hadn't just put it on.

So...

"I put it on last night. I asked if you wanted it, and you nodded," Ernest's explanation drove me into resignation.

"Ernest, that's not fair. I was asleep. How can that count?" I playfully hit him.

"I know. So, I'm asking you now," Ernest caressed the ring on my hand, "Will you marry me?"

He just did not understand women...

I couldn't just say yes immediately as that would seem too eager.

So, I looked disdainfully at the ring "Ernest, if you wanted to propose at least put some effort into it. Did you just grab an antique from your house?"

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I froze momentarily before apologizing, "Sorry, I was just joking. I just thought the ring was quite... unique."

"It's okay," Ernest cut me off, "This is from my mom to you. I have something else for you too."Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief. "Then I'll wait for your ring before I say anything." He laughed softly. "You're saying yes?!"

"Stubborn girl," Ernest said, before leaning in to kiss me.

As we kissed, lost in the moment, Ernest's phone started to ring.

He let go of me, both of us catching our breath. I blushed. "You should answer it."

He touched my face tenderly and picked up the phone from the nightstand. He didn't answer but silenced the call after seeing the call ID.