No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



I watched the two men on the ground, asking, "Isn't it the same here?"

Yolande paused for a moment, "True, but whether we can go or not is up to Ernest to decide. I can't make that call."

I wanted to ask, "Aren't you his fiancée?" but I knew that such a bitter remark would only make me seem like more of a fool.

"Let's go inside and wait. Standing here is pretty tiring," Yolande said, without a hint of discomfort.

I glanced at the two men on the ground. Yolande added, "They won't be going anywhere."

She caught them, she tied them up, she was confident, and I had no worries.

Following me into the villa, Yolande looked around and then said, "This place has a real cozy vibe, seems like there's a lady of the house."

She felt the same way I did.

"Not too sure," I replied honestly.

Having just entered Dustin's private space and inspected his wardrobe, I found no trace of any woman.

Except for the art studio, and that woman was me.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Yolande made herself comfortable on the sofa, and I joined her, "The guys outside must be sent by Brown."

"I figured as much. Let Ernest handle them for you," Yolande's words made me frown slightly.

What does she mean 'handle them for me', as if Conrad was still mine in some way.

But getting entangled with Brown was indeed related to me, so I didn't object, because explaining my relationship with Conrad to Yolande would be pointless, and if I did, she might think I was interested in Ernest?

Thinking about her relationship with Ernest, remembering the phone call about them picking out rings, I couldn't help but look at Yolande's fingers. Her fingers were bare, without any ring.

Seems like they were picking out wedding rings, to be used for the engagement or wedding.

Noticing me looking, Yolande raised her hand towards me, "My hands look good, don't they?"

"Yeah, Ms. Clark, you're beautiful; everything about you is just perfect," I said truthfully, offering my compliment.

This woman was flawless.

"Ha, is that a sincere compliment?" she laughed heartily.

I gave a wry smile as she gently caressed a throw pillow on the sofa, "Actually, women shouldn't suppress or belittle themselves. There's no need to praise someone you dislike."

I got her point; she meant I didn't like her.

But that wasn't true.

Even if she was the one Ernest liked now, at most, I'd resent Ernest internally, but it had nothing to do with her.

"Ms. Clark, you're seeing me in a narrow light," I corrected her.

"Then that's my narrow-mindedness. If it were me, I'd mind," she was surprisingly candid.

"People differ," was all I could reply.

Yolande stared at me, "You really don't mind? Because I'm about to get engaged and then married to Ernest. Speak now if you do."

What did she take me for?

"No, he chose you, which means he sees you as the most suitable. è Moreover, I've already said before, he has nothing to do with me,4 said, looking at her squarely, without any guilt.

"In that case, how about I set you up with someone?" Yolande was full of surprises.

She must be trying to probe my feelings, but I boldly accepted, "Sure."

"How about Allen Clark? You know him... and he... has feelings for you," Yolande said with a smile. "If you agree, we could even have a double wedding with me and Ernest