No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



My breath caught. Ernest brought Yolande with him? Are they now that inseparable, joined at the hip?

Seeing my daze, Henrik's lips quirked in a half-smile. "As I thought, your eyes are much more honest than your mouth."

With that, he turned to leave.

Swallowing the dryness in my throat, I followed him.

When I first arrived, Henrik had knocked me out and brought me here. Now, leaving, I was riding in his luxury car, soaking in the scenery.

Except, the scenery remembered me, but I couldn't clearly recall it.

As the car pulled to a stop, I looked over at Henrik, my heart pounding, "Why are we at a hospital?"

"To see someone," Henrik gathered my nervousness into his gaze.

"Who?" My throat tightened.

He leaned in closer, those deep eyes of his locking onto mine, "This nervous...could it be about Collins?"

He guessed right, that was exactly what I was thinking.

"Weren't you two separated? Hate him? Why still care? Or was your breakup just a charade, a sleight of hand?" Henrik scrutinized me.

My heartbeat raced, but I didn't look away, "Separation doesn't mean I stop caring."Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

He said nothing, just watched me, as if trying to see through to my heart.

After a moment, he stepped back, then got out of the car, "You'll know if it's him once you see."

But I remained seated, "If it's him, I'd rather not go."

"Why?" Henrik smiled.

"Because his fiancée is with him, and I, the ex, don't want to cause misunderstandings."

Henrik licked his lips subtly, "Nice boundaries, but...you're going."

"What if I refuse?" I challenged him.

Henrik extended his hand, replying, "I'll carry you there."

My eyes widened, and I shot him a glare before reluctantly getting out of the car.

He meant what he said, and I didn't want to be carried in front of Ernest.

Yet, stepping out, I momentarily

it

thought it wouldn't be so bad

Henrik to carry me, to show one!

that Felicia, was

deven

after leaving him.

But that was just a thought. I wasn't really that bold.

I followed Henrik inside, but as we walked, it felt like everyone's eyes were on us, some even snapping photos.

Instinctively wanting to dodge, I heard Henrik say, "They're just dazzled by us."

Soon after his bodyguard

approached with a phone. Henrik showed me the screen, and I was startled. Our strides were in sync, our demeanors striking, as if we were models on a runway

Henrik's outfit had stunned me today, but I hadn't realized how well I complemented him, walking side by side.

"Not bad, double the bonus this month," he casually said, and the bodyguard took the phone away.

"Girl, you've got a look. You could make it in showbiz. So, how about I give you a push?" Henrik was always full of surprises.

I didn't answer, just looked at him.

"Why are you staring?" His smile was teasing.

"Henrik, even if you're using me to get back at someone, there's no need to t treat me this well, let alone pamper me, right?" I voiced my confusion.

Henrik pondered for a few seconds, "Maybe it's because I find you pleasing to the eye."

I was speechless.

"Let's go," Henrik took my hand and led me into the ward.