No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

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Chapter 85 I felt embarrassed for Deborah just watching her. She was embarrassed too, but she has this knack for shaking things off with a giggle, "Sure thing, Mr. Collins, thanks for the trouble." Deborah set down my bag and hustled over to me, bumping againstlightly as she pulledforward, murmuring, "Has Mr. Collins got PMS or something? He seems a bit off today." I didn't reply. Deborah sensed Ernest was being harsh, but I wondered... maybe he asked Deborah to fetch her own meal so she wouldn't tireout. Was he being considerate towards me? The thought madeshiver again, and I felt like I was becoming vain or maybe overthinking things.

"Let's sit separately later," I suggested after we got our meals, remembering last night's incident of sleeping over in Ernest's room. I just couldn't face him yet.

"Why split up? Why not sit together? It's the perfect tto discuss today's plans," Deborah countered with a work-related excuse I couldn't argue with.

But I saw through her. "You just wanna watch a hottie while you eat, right?" "Girl, you knowso well!" Deborah grinned cheekily.

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Knowing I couldn't avoid sharing a table with Ernest anymore, I dropped the subject. Otherwise, Deborah might start making wild guesses again. This girl might have squirky thoughts, but she's sharp.

However, just as we sat down, someone approached us. "Deborah, is that really you?" A pretty girl stood there, also holding a breakfast tray.

Deborah jumped up, thrilled. "Hi, what are you doing here?" "I'm on a business trip. It's been a while, hasn't it? Mind if I join you?" the girl invited Deborah.

Deborah glanced at Ernest first, then at me, before she cheerfully agreed, "Yeah, sure." She picked up her tray, nodded at Ernest and me, and followed her old classmate away.

Suddenly, it was just Ernest andat the breakfast table, and I felt even more uncomfortable.

"You don't have to be embarrassed. It's not like we... slept together," Ernest's words madealmost choke on my soup.

Covering my mouth, he passeda napkin. As I cleaned my mouth and I in and whispered sternly, "Why didn't you wakeup last night?" fought to calm my cough, I leadn't "I did, but you didn't wake up," Ernest replied nonchalantly, continuing his breakfast.

"I don't believe you." I usually slept lightly.

"Well, that's your problem. I did call you," Ernest shrugged, indifferent.

Irritated and remembering that I must have ended up in his bed because he carried me, I felt a surge of embarrassment, "Even if you couldn't wakeup, you could have takenback to my room.

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"Alright, next tI will," Ernest's response caughtoff guard.

Next time? In his dreams.

I bit into a muffin viciously, then paused to remind him "You better know not let Deborah know about last En.

night." Ernest had finished his meal and

was cleaning his mouth, "What are you afraid of? Afraid she'll get then wrong idea about us? Afraid it F tarnish your reputation, or scared it'll upset your boyfriends?" His words madechoke again. "What did you say?"

"Ms. Hudson, if anyone should be worried, it should be me," Ernest "be me" spoke, folding his napkin meticulously. "What are you afraid of, huh?" I was both confused and angry.

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