No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 457

"Silly girl," he chided softly, cleaning my tears.

But I just buried my face deeper into his chest, taking solace in the embrace he said was meant for drying my tears.

"Ernest, are you really not jealous about letting me go, especially since I'll be crossing paths with Conrad?" I couldn't help but ask him.

"Why should I be jealous? You've left him behind, and besides, after getting to know me, I doubt you'll find any other man appealing," Ernest replied with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, yet it was that very confidence that I found so endearing.

It made me realize that, for the rest of my life, there truly would be no one else for me but him.

Ernest personally drove me to the airport, watching me until I was completely out of sight.

When I arrived in Houston, it was already evening. I was just about to text Conrad about visiting Jefferson when I received a message from him first: "I'm waiting for you at the exit."

I was taken aback. I hadn't told him about my visit; how did he know?

After a moment of thought, there was only one possibility: Ernest had told him.

The man was overly confident, even entrusting my former fiancé to pick me up.

I didn't reply to Conrad's message, knowing I'd see him in just a moment. Instead, I called Ernest.

"Landed safely?" His voice was always so pleasing to hear.

"Yes, and I've run into my ex," I said, teasing him a bit.

Ernest chuckled softly, "With him there, I won't worry about you being alone in a strange place."

"Handing me off to an ex is your idea of keeping me safe? Ernest, what is it—are you overconfident, or do you trust me that much?" I joked.

"When it comes to your safety, everything else is secondary," Ernest paused, "Besides, I trust my Licia."

Well, this rough and tough man had made it impossible for me to ever betray his trust.

"Alright, then I'll let you go," Ernest seemed to relax only then.

"Ernest, wait for me to come back!"

"Will do!"

After hanging up, I put away my phone and faced Conrad, whose expression had stiffened, probably uneasy from hearing my conversation with Ernest.

In this regard, he truly couldn't compare to Ernest.

Love is the same, but Conrad's love was far too selfish.

"Thanks for picking me up," I said to Conrad, maintaining a polite distance.

His jaw clenched. "Felicia, do you really have to be so formal with me, reminding us that we're basically strangers now?"