No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 125

Waking up this morning, the dream was still lingering in my mind.

Ernest has made it into my dreams for the second time now. It made me wonder, have we met before?

But let's put the dream aside for a moment. The last time, I dreamt that the guy carrying me had a mole on his back, and guess what? Ernest has one exactly like it.

And then yesterday, he called me Licia. I heard it clear as day, no mistake about it.

Lost in my thoughts, Deborah's voice snapped me back to reality, "Felicia, how come you're back in bed?"

It's not every day that this sleepyhead wakes up before her alarm.

I knew what she was getting at and gave her a look, "What do you mean 'I'm back'? What's that supposed to mean?"

Deborah chuckled mischievously, "Oh, I thought you and Mr. Collins..."

"What are you thinking?" I cut her off, "Don't you have anything decent in your head?"

"Come on, a single man and a single woman, isn't love and romance the most natural thing?" Deborah had a point.

"But people can't just love anyone willy-nilly. What would that make us?" I countered.

Deborah scooted closer, clutching her pillow, "Felicia, you know what? I'd love to see Mr. Collins, the man of restraint, let loose."

"Huh?" I didn't get her at first.

"I mean, seeing that uptight man get all lovey-dovey and out of character," Deborah's words made me laugh.

"If you're so curious, you'd have to find out for yourself because you won't see anything through someone else's eyes," I said, sitting up.

Deborah sat up too, "Then you can try and tell me all about it."

I rolled my eyes and threw a pillow at her, "Or maybe I should record it for you?"