No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Why aren't you picking up?" I casually asked.

"Of course, I'll get it," Ernest replied with a natural ease. "And you, don't go back to sleep. Get up, freshen up, and let's have breakfast."

I was genuinely surprised. "You've made us breakfast?"

I thought he was still asleep beside me, but it turns out he had already cooked breakfast. As I was not up yet, he returned to me to keep me accompanied and read book.

Truly, the diligent ones always work hard behind the scenes.

"Yeah, I made some porridge with eggs and pork to help get your electrolytes back up," Ernest said, ruffling my hair.

This pampered feeling was genuinely delightful, as if I were the most important person in the world.

As Ernest went to answer the call, I pulled my hand out from the quilt and glanced at the ring on my finger. I took a photo to post on my social media with the caption: Limited Edition.

I looked through my Facebook and then finally got up. Ernest's call was not finished, but I didn't mind it and headed to the bathroom.

It was only in the bathroom that I realized the cream Fanny had given me was almost half gone, even though I had only used a quarter of it. Had Ernest been using it on me?

When did that happen?

Could it have been last night while I was asleep?

My face flushed with embarrassment and discomfort.

"Still not done?" Ernest's voice came from the door.

I knew the best way to handle awkwardness was to play dumb, so I blurted out, "I was waiting for you."

Ernest seemed taken aback for a moment, his throat bobbed.

Clearly, my words impressed him that he felt the love from me.

I wasn't up for anything more this early in the morning, so I pretended not to look at him. I quickly finished up and urged him, "Hurry and get the oatmeal ready, or we'll be late."

"We're not late," he replied succinctly.

"Dustin, how can you say we're not late? What time is it?" I chided.

"It's a 10 AM flight; we'll make it," Ernest's words made me frozen while I was drying my face half-way.

Thad watching him through the

mirror r but turned in surprise, "What

do you

mean, flight? Where to? A

business trip?"

"Yeah," Ernest answered before serving the porridge.

I was utterly confused and I asked him, "Hold on, where exactly are we going? I had no idea about this."

"Did Grant... not tell you?" Ernest inquired.

I paused that I remember Grant mentioned that I should wrap up my current projects, and I nodded, "He mentioned it."

Ernest simply smiled. "Then you should know it."

What did that mean?

I was still puzzled. "But he didn't say where to, or that... he'd be coming with you."

Ernest's smile gently. "Coming with me? You will go anywhere I take?"NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

His words were so sweetly ambiguous.

Before I could say anything more,

Ernest gently stroked my wet ha

from my forehead, "Dry off your face

and

to

come to eat."

He headed to the kitchen, leaving me still dazed.

But I didn't press further. Instead, I finished washing up and even put on some makeup before joining him.

Ernest had breakfast all set, and he was waiting for me, browsing the news on his tablet.

I must say, his patience was admirable. No matter how much I dawdled, he didn't rush me, not even once.

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It was already 8 AM when I check the time. A 10 AM flight and at least a half-hour drive to the airport, We need to arrive at least forty minutes early but we hadn't even eaten yet...

How could he not be in a hurry?

"Ernest, are we really going on a business trip?" I couldn't help but doubt his claim about the trip being work-related.

"It's not exactly a business trip. I was joking," Ernest teased, clearly enjoying keeping me in suspense.

Sitting down, I poked at the fruit salad in front of me, "Come on, where are we going?"

Ernest finally put down his tablet and picked up his utensils. "We're going to pick up Susie."

My eyes widened in surprise, and he simply smiled. "Didn't you say you wanted to bring her over sooner?"