No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 366

Fanny's face was an icy mask of detachment, "I've already warned you. If you keep bothering me, that's harassment. I'll call the cops."

"Dr. Willis, I'm not harassing you, I just... I like you, okay? I want to woo you..."

Her words immediately brought to mind the person who had been sending flowers.

"Dr. Willis, I swear, it was love at first sight for me..." the man raised his hands in earnest.

"But Dr. Willis took one look at you and felt repulsed," I chimed in, stepping up beside Fanny, and Ernest also stood up.

He was clearly ready to step in if needed.

The man turned to me, irritation clear on his face, "And who are you? I'm talking to Dr. Willis. Mind your own business, will you?"

Lucky I hadn't eaten much, or his words might have made me throw up right there.

"And who are you to demand Dr. Willis reciprocate your feelings just because you 'like' her?" I shot back, not mincing my words.

"Yes, I like her. It's a pure, holy kind of like. My love is noble and grand," the man boasted, looking me up and down with disdain as if I couldn't possibly understand.

I gave him a once-over, noting his outfit. A tee that tried to pass off as Adidas, pants that were a knockoff of Carhartt, and shoes that were a poor imitation of Converse. Dressed head to toe in fakes.

A man can be broke, but he's gotta be honest about it. There's no need to front!

When I first met Ernest, he was in a plain tee and utility pants, a regular guy, but he came across as genuine and down-to-earth.

This guy, decked out in counterfeit labels, was just cringe-worthy.

My gaze landed on the fake Rolex Submariner on his wrist, almost making me burst into laughter as I bluntly asked, "You 'like' Dr. Willis? What exactly is your 'liking' worth? Do you have money? Enough of it?"

The man mumbled something under his breath, seemingly at a loss for words.

"Have you no heart, making jokes at a time like this?" I nudged her with my elbow.

Fanny chuckled, gazing out the window where the harasser was now nodding his head in submission to Ernest.

"He probably won't bother us again," Fanny mused.

I felt a sense of pride, "That means Ernest owes us dinner. We just got rid of his rival."

"That guy counts as a rival? Ernest must be really slacking," Fanny teased, indirectly praising her Ernest.

But then, recalling her earlier mention of Conrad, my mind went back to the call from yesterday, "Did Haley miscarry or not?"

Fanny shook her head, "Don't even start."

"What happened?" My curiosity piqued.