No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 95

I was so embarrassed that if there was a hole to crawl into right then, I would have seriously considered jumping in.

But there wasn't.

And I knew, the less I dared to face this issue head-on, the more Ernest would overthink it.

Plus, Ernest had a way of being so straightforward with me, not mincing his words, whether it was time to act or speak his mind.

It's like I wasn't even a stranger to him.

With that thought, I tried to lift my head naturally, "Oh really? Talk is cheap."

"Hmm," Ernest took a sip from his glass, "I could..."

Hearing those words set off alarm bells in my head, "Ernest, zip it."

But I ended up losing this battle.

"I mean, if you need proof, I could go to the hospital," Ernest went on anyway.

Even though it wasn't exactly a hard pill to swallow, his words still made one's mind wander.

Why would I need him to prove anything? I'm not his anything.

"Mr. Collins, you should save your proofs for your future wife," I said, getting up and making my escape towards the restroom.

But just as I turned the corner, my arm was caught, and the familiar scent told me who it was without looking.

Conrad was holding my arm, "Felicia, do you think it's appropriate to dine here with a mere lighting technician?"

His face was full of jealousy, a clear sign of anger, and I couldn't help but laugh, "Are we not allowed to eat here? Did Mr. Wagner buy out the place?"

"Felicia," Conrad frowned. "Even if you want to date a man, at least find someone decent."

Both in the past and now, every word from him was dripping with disdain for Ernest.