No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 125

Waking up this morning, the dream was still lingering in my mind.

Ernest has made it into my dreams for the second time now. It made me wonder, have we met before?

But let's put the dream aside for a moment. The last time, I dreamt that the guy carrying me had a mole on his back, and guess what? Ernest has one exactly like it.

And then yesterday, he called me Licia. I heard it clear as day, no mistake about it.

Lost in my thoughts, Deborah's voice snapped me back to reality, "Felicia, how come you're back in bed?"

It's not every day that this sleepyhead wakes up before her alarm.

I knew what she was getting at and gave her a look, "What do you mean 'I'm back'? What's that supposed to mean?"

Deborah chuckled mischievously, "Oh, I thought you and Mr. Collins..."

"What are you thinking?" I cut her off, "Don't you have anything decent in your head?"

"Come on, a single man and a single woman, isn't love and romance the most natural thing?" Deborah had a point.

"But people can't just love anyone willy-nilly. What would that make us?" I countered.

Deborah scooted closer, clutching her pillow, "Felicia, you know what? I'd love to see Mr. Collins, the man of restraint, let loose." "Huh?" I didn't get her at first.

"I mean, seeing that uptight man get all lovey-dovey and out of character," Deborah's words made me laugh.

"If you're so curious, you'd have to find out for yourself because you won't see anything through someone else's eyes," I said, sitting up. Deborah sat up too, "Then you can try and tell me all about it."

I rolled my eyes and threw a pillow at her, "Or maybe I should record it for you?"

"Sure, bring it on," she wasn't shy about it.

I threw a pillow at her, and Deborah quickly caught it and pressed it against her chin.

"Did anything happen between you

and Mr. Collins last night?" Her question made flashes of Ernest and I working closely together and me covering him with a blanket rush through my mind... Content belongs

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"Felicia, did something really happen?" My hesitation gave me away, and Deborah, ever the gossip, hopped from her bed to mine in excitement. "Nothing happened, stop guessing," I denied, getting out of bed.

Deborah grabbed me, "Come on, just tell me."

hing. And stop shipping me

"It's

with

It's not going to happen.

I'm

into him like that," I said,

trying to end the conversation.

Heading to the bathroom, Deborah sighed behind me, "Yeah, after all those years with Mr. Wagner, it's not easy to just move on.

I scoffed but didn't reply.

After getting ready, Deborah and I were about to leave for breakfast when we bumped into Ernest right outside.

He was dressed in camo pants and a black tee shirt, looking all tough and rugged.

For some odd reason, I felt a bit sweaty behind my ears.

"Mr. Collins, not heading to work early today?" Deborah, always the one to speak before thinking.

Ernest glanced at me, "Didn't feel like it."

Deborah was taken aback but quickly laughed it off, "Perfect, let's grab breakfast together then head out."

Ernest didn't respond, and I felt awkward for Deborah.

But she's the type who never gets embarrassed, only embarrassing others. She looped her arm through mine, "Felicia, how about you drop me and Mr. Collins at the

amusement park and come back to work?"

I snorted, "And who's paying my salary, missy?"Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

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