No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 602

Ernest's eyes seemed to darken as he turned his gaze towards Yolande.

She raised an eyebrow, embodying the very essence of assertiveness.

In Ernest’s world, she seemed to roam freely, undaunted by his presence.

"Spill it, then. No use in tormenting the poor soul," Yolande chimed in.

Ernest looked back at me. "If you're leaving, go pack your..."

"Ernest," I cut him off, "why can't you give a straight answer?"

"I'll leave you two to chat," Yolande said, distancing herself from the conversation.

There we stood, Ernest and I, face to face.

"So, what do you think my big secret is?" he retorted.

That got me. Yolande was already playing coy, and now Ernest was dodging the question.

It was clear he didn't want to talk.

"Ernest, if you don't want to share, fine. Whether you have a secret or not, it doesn't matter to me anymore. Knowing won't change anything," I snapped back, frustration boiling over.

I thought to myself, why am I even trying to make up with him here?

It was mere curiosity, and now it seemed even that was unwarranted.

I kept telling myself to stay calm, but my chest felt all tight. I realized then, Ernest's silent demeanor irked me more than Conrad's slick explanations ever could.

He told me to pack, but what did I have to pack?

Conrad had brought me here with nothing; all my belongings were still at the hotel.