No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 235

I threw Grant a curveball.

Curiosity was killing me. Who was the big boss behind the scenes?

Deep down, I doubted it was Ernest. The guy was too broke to be in the running, but something kept nagging at me that Grant's mysterious backer could be Ernest.

With an afternoon wide open after a brief meeting, I flicked through my phone and opened WhatsApp.

There was a new message from Allen, just a friendly notification saying we were now contacts. Nothing else. Not a word more.

By now, he must've seen my acceptance notification but chose to ignore it.

Clearly, this was his way of getting back at me for not reciprocating his friend request last night.

This guy was trouble, no doubt about it. It was evident from this petty act that he was the kind to hold a grudge.

No wonder Ernest and Conrad had both warned me to steer clear of him.

But it was too late to act like I didn't know Allen. Even though he was giving me the cold shoulder now, I was sure he had something up his sleeve. For the moment, I decided to play it cool and wait for his next move.

At five, I left work for home.

The neighborhood was lively, with neighbors either taking their kids for a walk or catching up with each other.

"Felicia, you're back!" Olivia, who lived downstairs, greeted me with her usual warmth.

"Yeah, just got back. Haven't you started dinner yet?" I replied, returning the casual greeting.

These small exchanges might not mean much, but they sure did make the neighborhood feel more like a community.

"Excuse me, just need to grab something," I hinted for him to make room.

He edged closer to the counter, allowing me just enough space to pass. As I reached into the fridge, his phone started ringing from his pocket.

"Can you grab that for me?" he asked, without missing a beat.

I casually reached into his pocket to grab his phone, but as soon as I touched it, Ernest tensed up. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body through his clothes, making my fingers instinctively pull back.

That brief touch had somehow made the air in the already warm kitchen feel a few degrees hotter. My back was now slick with a thin layer of sweat.

"Let me," Ernest said, seeing me struggle to fish out his phone.

Just as I finally got a grip on it, he reached over, accidentally encasing my hand with his. The tight space meant we were almost pressed against each other, and now, with his hand over mine, a wave of heat washed over me.