No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



My ID and passport were all back at the hotel.

Yolande shot me a glance, then looked at Ernest, and went back to scrolling on her phone.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Ernest didn't say a word, acting as if he hadn't heard me at all.

I didn't repeat myself, knowing full well Ernest had heard me.

True enough, half an hour later, we pulled up in front of the hotel. Just as I was about to get out, Ernest said, "Yolande, go up with her."

I was taken from this hotel by Henrik before, and he was probably worried something like that might happen again.

"I'm kinda hungry. I'll grab something to eat over there," Yolande declined.

Ernest looked at her, but Yolande didn't meet his gaze and just walked off.

This woman had a cool edge to her, likely a part of what attracted Ernest to her.

There's an old saying, never make a man your everything, because when you don't, you become everything to him.

Seems there's some truth to it. Whether it was with Conrad or Ernest, I might have cared too much.

Now I realize it, but I've already fallen flat on my face twice.

I scoffed at myself and then opened the car door to head into the hotel on my own.

Ernest asking Yolande to accompany me meant he didn't want to come up, didn't want to be alone with me.

Though I knew I shouldn't be upset, I couldn't help feeling slighted.

And since he wouldn't come up, I couldn't just ask him to stay, even if I was scared. I wouldn't show it.

I walked up to a security guard in the lobby and said, "Could you help me get my luggage, please?"

As the guard agreed, Ernest came over, "No need, I'll go."

I wasn't exactly thrilled about his change of heart, but I didn't refuse. After all, if there was real danger, a security guard might not cut it, but Ernest had the muscle.

I told the guard, "Better come up with us, you know, just to avoid any misunderstandings."

Ernest's deep, intense gaze fell on me as I led the way with the guard to the elevator.

With the last incident in mind, I made sure both of them came into the room with me.

I hadn't been in the room long before being whisked away by Henrik, so my bags were still packed and ready to go.

The guard wasn't just a bystander; he turned into a porter, with Ernest and I trailing behind.

But Ernest and I were like mute, neither of us speaking a word.

Once downstairs, we loaded my luggage into the car, but Yolande was still nowhere to be seen.

Ernest dialed her number, but got no response.

I could see the worry crease his brow. Then he turned to me, “Let's go check it out."

"I'll wait here in the car," I refused.

He was worried about his fiancée. What was I supposed to do, tag along?

Ernest got out of the car, and I

thought he'd go by himself, but then he opened my door, saying, "What if Brown's people come looking for you?"

He was trying to scare me.

But it was possible. I reluctantly got out and followed him to the small shop Yolande had pointed out. A quick glance inside and there was no sign of Yolande.

Ernest visibly tensed up and quickly approached the cashier to inquire, only to find out Yolande had left three minutes ago. My heart skipped a beat hearing that.

Ernest whipped out his phone again, simultaneously scanning the surroundings as he dialed Yolande, heading back outside.

Still unable to reach her, Ernest returned to the shop, asking the staff to check the CCTV.

Just as the footage of Yolande appeared on screen, Ernest's phone rang.

Standing side by side so I could hear the conversation too, the voice on the other end teased, "Ernest, your lady is here enjoying a coffee with me care to come pick her up?"