No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Indeed I said that before but it was for something private.

Ernest seemed to catch onto my confusion and clarified without hesitation, "I told him."

"Oh," I replied, continuing to eat my breakfast without sensing something wrong.

But after a couple of bites, I felt something was off. "You guys are that close? You ask for a day off for me, and he just agree and even goes out of his way to let me know?"

Ernest casually continued with his breakfast, "Not really."

I laughed, "Not really? Feels like you're his... forefather or something."

I actually meant to say it's like he's his dad that as long as Ernest asked Grant to do something, Grant would not refuse anything.

"Pretty much," Ernest surprisingly agreed, "He needs me to develop new products for him, to make money for him. He wouldn't dare refuse me."

Awesome!

I silently praised him in my mind, left speechless.

A man of strength will always be confident.

That's we call a man of strength.

"Ernest, aren't we going to be late?" I asked him after breakfast.

"No worries. If we're late, we'll just re-book," Ernest really spoiled me beyond limits.

I was puzzled, "Ernest, why aren't you in a hurry? Can't you rush me a bit?"

"Ladies should be pampered," Ernest dropped another one of his lines.

Of course, I was a bit embarrassed so quickly packed my things up, but still managed to grumble at him, "You could've told me last night, let me prepare in advance."

"Seems like... you didn't give me a chance to say it last night," his words made me remember all sorts of things, turning my cheeks beet red.

I decided to keep quiet. Ernest gave a soft chuckle as he watched me buzz around, then he said calmly, "No rush, take your time to pack. If anything's missing, we can buy it there."

"If you had said that earlier, I wouldn't have brought anything," I retorted.

Ernest wasn't annoyed and just

threw another line, "But I like

watching you pack. It's very war

very healing," Ernest's words made me pause.

They say a woman's most beautiful moment isn't when she's wearing

the finest makeup or the treet

clothes, nor when she's being flirtatious, but when she's living in the mundane moments of making oatmeal or folding clothes.

But Ernest never let me do those

things that he said the way I look et

made

Kim feel warm and

el

Cable. Probably reminded him

of his mom.

Ernest and I made it to the airport without being late.

It wasn't until I got the boarding pass that I confirmed this was all real, yet it felt like a dream.

"Does Susie know we're coming to pick her up?" I remembered Susie in her teal dress and couldn't help asking.

"I didn't tell her."

I was thinking of Susie's body condition, "You're afraid she'd get too excited if we tell her before in case something happens, right?"

Hearing my words, Ernest turned and kissed my forehead, "Licia, you're getting better at reading my mind."

I placed my hand over his heart, responding with action.

He chuckled lightly and as I nestled in his arms in the waiting area.

As we shared a moment of affection, a figure caught my attention.

It was Conrad. He was wheeling a suitcase. Looks like he was heading out on a long journey.

I remembered that Dustin told me he and Conrad were on bad terms. Was he really wanna break with the Wagner family that he was leaving? "What's up?" Ernest asked.

I looked away, shaking my head slightly. "It's nothing."Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Ernest didn't buy it, "Feeling okay?"

"I'm fine," I denied again, just as my phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Good morning, is this Ms. Felicia?" The voice on the other end was an unfamiliar male tone.