No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 867

"Well, no need for thanks, really," Ernest said with a mischievous glint in his eye. "After all, you did take good care of my wife while I was away."

He grabbed my hand with a playful flourish. "Come on, let's leave Mr. Smith to his thoughts."

I stifled a laugh with every ounce of willpower I had.

As we walked away, we heard Grant call out, "I guess I lost a love I never even had, huh?"

Ernest just waved a dismissive hand over his shoulder and led me back into the yacht.

I glanced out the window at Fanny and Sinclair sitting outside. "Aren't we going fishing?"

"When did Mrs. Collins become so oblivious?" Ernest teased, guiding me to the yacht's kitchen. "Let me cook you something you've never tried before."

He gently nudged me into a recliner. "Why don't you rest for a bit?"

Ernest poured me a glass of water, lifting it to my lips for a sip, and then kissed my forehead before tying on an apron and getting to work.

Lying back, watching him cook, I felt like I was in a dream. Maybe it was because he'd been gone so long, it almost felt like he'd never been a part of my life at all. But here he was, and I was grateful he was back. Another day and I might have feared he'd forgotten about me for good.

Thinking of Fanny's unwavering affection for Yates, I felt a pang of guilt. Compared to her, I was a bit of a mess.

I turned my gaze back to the window, seeing only Fanny's back. She was wearing a man's jacket—Sinclair's, no doubt. It carried his warmth and his distinct scent.

Fanny wasn't really cold, but she couldn't refuse it, knowing Sinclair's stubborn nature. His time abroad had only amplified that trait.