No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 122

Ernest has always been pretty good to me. And with his straight-arrow military background, he probably won't treat Deborah differently.

Pondering over it, I still waited a good twenty minutes before heading to Ernest's room.

He'd asked me to wait ten minutes, probably to freshen up and change his clothes.

As expected, when Ernest opened the door, his hair was still damp, he was in some comfy clothes, and wearing those hotel slippers on his feet.

"Come in," was all he said.

Right away, I noticed his laptop was open. Walking over, I dove straight into the matter at hand, "So, what's the new issue?"

"It's in the document on the desktop, just open it and see," Ernest spoke, just as the kettle he'd put on boiled.

Sitting down, I opened his laptop expecting a tidy desktop, typical of his personality, but I was wrong. His desktop was cluttered with documents.

Luckily, I'm not claustrophobic, otherwise, I'd have been overwhelmed on the spot.

Faced with all these files, I had to ask, "Which one is it? Your desktop's a mess."

Ernest: "The one named YLC."

I started scanning the screen for it, thinking maybe my binge-watching sessions had finally taken their toll on my eyes, because I couldn't find it after a thorough look.

"Ernest, it's not here," I turned to him.

He was making coffee.

"Let me take a look," he said, ready to come over, but then his phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he told me, "Just a sec."

I took the opportunity to search the desktop again.