No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 310

Indeed I said that before but it was for something private.

Ernest seemed to catch onto my confusion and clarified without hesitation, "I told him."

"Oh," I replied, continuing to eat my breakfast without sensing something wrong.

But after a couple of bites, I felt something was off. "You guys are that close? You ask for a day off for me, and he just agree and even goes out of his way to let me know?"

Ernest casually continued with his breakfast, "Not really."

I laughed, "Not really? Feels like you're his... forefather or something."

I actually meant to say it's like he's his dad that as long as Ernest asked Grant to do something, Grant would not refuse anything.

"Pretty much," Ernest surprisingly agreed, "He needs me to develop new products for him, to make money for him. He wouldn't dare refuse me."

Awesome!

I silently praised him in my mind, left speechless.

A man of strength will always be confident.

That's we call a man of strength.

"Ernest, aren't we going to be late?" I asked him after breakfast.

"No worries. If we're late, we'll just re-book," Ernest really spoiled me beyond limits.

I was puzzled, "Ernest, why aren't you in a hurry? Can't you rush me a bit?"

"Ladies should be pampered," Ernest dropped another one of his lines.

Of course, I was a bit embarrassed so quickly packed my things up, but still managed to grumble at him, "You could've told me last night, let me prepare in advance."

"Seems like... you didn't give me a chance to say it last night," his words made me remember all sorts of things, turning my cheeks beet red.

I decided to keep quiet. Ernest gave a soft chuckle as he watched me buzz around, then he said calmly, "No rush, take your time to pack. If anything's missing, we can buy it there."

"If you had said that earlier, I wouldn't have brought anything," I retorted.

As we shared a moment of affection, a figure caught my attention.

It was Conrad. He was wheeling a suitcase. Looks like he was heading out on a long journey.

I remembered that Dustin told me he and Conrad were on bad terms. Was he really wanna break with the Wagner family that he was leaving?

"What's up?" Ernest asked.

I looked away, shaking my head slightly. "It's nothing."

Ernest didn't buy it, "Feeling okay?"

"I'm fine," I denied again, just as my phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Good morning, is this Ms. Felicia?" The voice on the other end was an unfamiliar male tone.