No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 227

The surprise in his reply really threw me off, and I was honestly shocked.

Jefferson always treated me like a little sister, cracking jokes here and there, but never crossing the line.

Today's joke, though, seemed a tad too much.

Grant looked at me, eyes wide with surprise, as if he was trying to read the situation.

Jefferson walked up to me, ignoring Grant, and simply said, "Let's go inside."

I gave Grant a nod and followed Jefferson out. As we were leaving, I caught Grant opening his mouth and reaching out, like he wanted to say something or perhaps keep me from leaving.

"Jefferson said that to scare off my admirers, didn't he?" I guessed his intention after a brief moment of thought.

"Yeah, that guy looked all over the place, not a good fit," Jefferson's assessment of Grant made me burst into laughter.

He glanced at me with a side-eye, "I have a good eye for people, trust me, keep your distance from him."

"Sure," I said, laughing along.

"I'm serious, don't take it as a joke," Jefferson emphasized again.

I nodded earnestly, "I'm serious too, no jokes. I'm not interested in someone like him."

"What type are you interested in then?" Jefferson asked directly.

As images of Ernest flickered through my mind, I responded, "Strong, with a cool exterior but a warm heart... and someone who can cook."

In all the years I was with Conrad, he never so much as boiled pasta for me.

He was the pampered prince of the household, never stepping foot in the kitchen, so his lack of culinary skills was understandable.

But ultimately, it showed he never really put his heart into it for me. If he had, he'd have made the effort.

Jefferson chuckled, "Your standards are pretty down-to-earth."

I looked down, observing our elongated shadows under the light, "In a lifetime, isn't it all about the simple things, like meals?"