No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



Resentment runs deep, but anger digs even deeper.

Yet, my mix of love and hate isn't something I can share with her.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

But she, taking the initiative, probably out of unease, feared I'd cling to Ernest again.

I met her gaze with a wry smile, "Ms. Clark, we're hardly acquaintances. My affairs of the heart are none of your business. As for whether I despise Ernest or not, he knows best."

"He might, but I'm in the dark," Yolande insisted.

I looked at this bold and quirky woman, "Ms. Clark is worried I'll entangle Ernest in drama again, huh? Rest easy, even if Ernest came crawling back, I wouldn't spare him a second glance."

"Ms. Hudson, you're quite the ice queen," Yolande said, her tone teasing.

I couldn't help but smirk, "What's it to you, Ms. Clark? Looking for a showdown?"

Before she could respond, I added, "You won't get the chance in this lifetime."

With that, I turned around, only to come face-to-face with Ernest, who had arrived without me noticing. He stood there, his gaze deep and intense, as if he'd heard every word I'd just said.

To me, it was better he heard. He needed to know that when I loved him, he was my everything. Now discarded, he meant nothing.

Our silent stare lasted a few seconds before I walked away.

Yet, just around the corner, I stopped, overwhelmed by a suffocating sensation. It seemed the act of hurting him wounded me as well. "Does it feel awful?" Yolande's voice reached me.

I could tell they were approaching, but I couldn't face them again, shrinking back into the shadows.

Ernest's response eluded me, but Yolande continued, "I think you should tell her, so she won't..."

"Remember what you need to do later, and leave the rest... It's not your concern," Ernest coldly cut her off.

"Ah, you really are..." Yolande's voice faded as they moved away, her last words lost to me.

Huddled in my corner, Yolande's

words echoed in my head, obviously

ae. What was Ernest

to tell me?

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The unintended eavesdropping stirred my thoughts, filling me with doubts as I returned to my seat.

Henrik was there, engrossed in his phone.

"Where'd you vanish to? Thought you'd bolted," he teased upon my return.

"Could I even if I wanted to?" I retorted sharply.

He let me roam because he knew I couldn't escape his grasp.

After all, Jefferson was his pawn, tied to me. My departure would spell trouble for Jefferson.

"Why not try running for once?" Henrik joked.

Ignoring him, my thoughts returned to Ernest, especially after overhearing that conversation.

Was he hiding something from me?

Moreover, Yolande's interaction with him lacked any hint of jealousy or bitterness.

With that thought, I noticed Yolande leaning in close to whisper something to Ernest.

Knowing Ernest's strict boundaries

with the opposite sex, something I'd witnessed firsthand with Deborah Walker, Yolande's proximity without Ernest's usual discomfort made me question everything.

"Still can't let him go? Seems he's

'Henrik caught me

O`mocking me. Content et , not only calling me oul

2an," Henrik caught me

MS

"He cares about you, happy now?" I shot back.

Henrik burst into laughter, loud and carefree, completely disregarding our public setting.