No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 702

"Cough!"

The man on the other end of the phone seemed taken aback by my playful, sweet voice. Clearing his throat twice, he asked, "What do you need help with?"

"There must be female models at the Sapphire Lounge as well as male models, right? Are you familiar with any of them?" Once I confirmed it was Ernest on the line, I felt free to speak my mind.

It's funny, really. I'd been trying so hard to figure out if he was Ernest, and just when I couldn't be sure, a simple mention of meatloaf gave me my answer.

"What are you planning?" the man, still pretending, queried.

I wondered if him cooking fish for me was a deliberate signal to let me know he was indeed Ernest.

Even if he wanted me to know his true identity, since he's played the stranger for so long, I figured I'd play along, "I just want to experience life, see what it's like to be a female model."

"What?" Phipps's tone was laced with surprise.

"I want to try being a model, help me get into it," I continued to tease him.

"That's not possible," Phipps flatly refused.

I feigned confusion, "Why not? Am I not pretty enough, or is my figure not up to standard?"

"It's neither, that place isn't for you," Phipps's tone was serious, unmistakably Ernest.

"Why can't I go? You're there, aren't you?" I provocatively asked.

Silence fell on the other end, and after a few seconds, he finally spoke, "I disagree with you going, and I won't refer you."

That settled it, this was definitely Ernest.

But as long as he didn't admit to being Ernest, I'd treat him as Phipps, a man I could playfully flirt with.

"Then I'll find my own way," I said, about to hang up when he stopped me.