No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 375

I was genuinely surprised when Ernest agreed, but his consent tugged at my heartstrings even more.

He clearly didn't want to, yet he honored Susie's wishes all the same.

Susie, perhaps fearing Ernest might back out, immediately took out her smartphone to register online. Watching her seriously fill out the registration, a realization hit me - this girl was a powerhouse of positive, grateful energy.

"Ernest, let's sign up too," I found myself deciding on the spur of the moment.

Ernest looked at me, and even Susie paused her application. "Licia."

"Alright," Ernest readily agreed, pulling out his phone.

"Bro, Licia, you guys..." Susie was visibly moved and a bit worried.

It's funny how when it's something we decide on our own, we dive in headfirst, but the moment someone else does the same, we hesitate to accept it.

But Susie didn't try to stop us. Instead, she transformed her concern into a smile. "Licia, bro, let's do this together and hope we all stay healthy for many years to come, never needing to use this application."

Ernest and I couldn't help but laugh at her comment, and I teased her, "So, your grand gesture of love is just for show, huh?"

Susie played along perfectly. "Licia, some things are better left unsaid, right bro?"

What started as a tense situation turned into a joyful one once Ernest and I joined in.

"Bro, Licia, come on, let's celebrate our love and hope for a lifetime of peace and health," Susie raised her cup of milkshake.

Ernest and I lifted our cups to clink with hers.

"It's so good, so sweet," Susie remarked after taking a sip.

Seeing how easily pleased she was, I silently prayed for her surgery to be successful and for her to remain safe and healthy.

Ernest whipped up some delicious snacks for Susie, but fearing she might feel lonely eating by herself, we decided to stay and share a bite.

"No, don't. If you eat now, you won't have room for dinner. That would be such a waste," Susie explained her little scheme without making it seem annoying at all.

"Then, assuming the best, I'm basking in the glory of some VIP," I teased without looking at Ernest.

"Maybe," he surprisingly played along.

I no longer expected him to admit his high-profile status openly. If he wanted to play cosplay, I'd play along.

Without Grant's room number, I knew that in such a ritzy place, mentioning the name of the person who made the reservation would suffice.

True enough, upon stating Grant's name, a waiter led us to a private room.

Before we could even push the door open, Grant, as if he had radar attached to us, came over to welcome us in with utmost politeness. "Please, come in."

The room was empty except for him.

Looking at the large round table, my first thought was extravagance and waste.