No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 126

"Mr. Collins, huh?" Deborah turned her gaze toward Ernest, "Is that cool with you, Mr. Collins?"

I was bracing for Ernest to give her a piece of his mind, but instead, he just said, "If she's up for it, sure."

T was speechless.

I felt a pinch on my arm; Deborah was giving me a series of frantic winks, clearly smelling some drama brewing.

Was Ernest really looking to stir the pot?

His casual comment had thrown me off.

Determined not to give Deborah the spectacle she was craving, I replied with a slight smile, "I'm not short on cash, so no thanks."

"Felicia..."

Ernest just looked over, silent.

During breakfast, my phone rang. It was my landlady next door. Assuming she had sorted things out, I answered, "Hey..."

"Felicia, I'm so sorry to bother you this early," she began, all politeness.

"It's no trouble, go ahead," I said, sipping on my soy milk.

"That rental issue we discussed, I talked to the guy, but he won't budge. Not even compensation would do, so..." Her words hinted at something familiar, echoing a conversation I seemed to have heard before.

"Felicia, don't you worry about a thing. I've checked this guy out. He's got no criminal record or bad habits, and he's quite the looker. Plus, he used to be a..." She was cut off as Ernest called out to me.

"Ms. Hudson, can I have that fried egg?" Ernest pointed at the sunny-side-up egg on my plate.

I froze, so much that I missed whatever else my landlady was saying, and ended up just agreeing with her before hanging up to face Ernest.

"If you'd rather not, it's fine," he said, turning his attention back to peeling a hard-boiled egg.