No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 113

"Is he treating me like a kid with that lollipop?"

I was about to call him childish when he shoved the candy into my hand and grabbed himself a drink, even fetching my water bottle along the way.

Ernest plopped down on the bench, patting the seat next to him, "Take a break."

Do I look like I need a break? I hadn't done much but handle some minor issues.

Reluctantly, I joined Ernest as he sat down. Without him, I doubted I'd get much done. That's when I realized he was subtly guiding me.

"You were pretty fierce earlier," Ernest remarked.

I took a sip of water. "Was I?"

"Yeah, it was kinda scary," he said, making me tilt my head at him.

He nodded, "Seriously."

For some reason, his boy-next-door charm mixed with his tough-guy vibe was oddly endearing.

It was bizarre feeling this way about Ernest, the epitome of rugged masculinity. I blurted out, "Ernest, how old are you?"

I meant to tease him about acting childishly. But he replied, "I've told you before."

Huh? I was a beat too slow, then he added, "During our blind date."

Oh, right.

"Thirty-one," he didn't wait for me to remember, answering my question directly.

I found myself unable to respond, as if we were just not on the same page.

After gulping down more water, he mentioned, "Granny Joan called me, heard we're working together. She wants me to bring you over after we're done here."

This was the first time Ernest brought up Granny Joan since he arrived.