No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 482

On the ride back, I dialed Ernest's number.

This time, he picked up quickly. "Hello?"

"Where are you?" I cut straight to the chase.

There was a brief silence on the other end. Then he asked,"You're back?"

His few words choked me up. I had returned, but only because he pushed me to it.

"Yes, where are you? I need to see you," I said firmly, my tone laced with anger.

"Come home, I'll come to you," Ernest's response made me close my eyes in frustration.

The next second, I spelled it out, "Ernest, are you not getting my point? I said, I-want-to-see-you."

"I'm at home, and Susie's here too," Ernest replied, but his last few words made it clear he didn't want me there, not wanting Susie to witness any conflict between us.

Not to mention Susie's fragile health, which couldn't handle any shocks, her being around just made it tough for me to chat with Ernest.

I didn't push further. "Fine, I'll wait at home."

Hanging up, I looked out the car window, watching the landscape flash by.

Stepping out of the car, I headed home.

Upon entering the lobby, I ran straight into Haley Perez.

She was all made up, looking much better than she did in the hospital.

It seemed she was discharged, though her premature baby must still be in the incubator. I wondered if she had visited.

Haley glanced at my luggage and sneered, "Felicia Hudson, I thought you were above it all. Yet here you are, stringing Ernest along while still tangled up with Conrad."

Clearly, she hadn't given up on Conrad, knowing his whereabouts and, unsurprisingly, mine. This was to prevent any rekindling between Conrad and me.

Her confidence puzzled me, but I pressed the button to close the elevator doors.

She watched me until the doors shut.

I went upstairs, numbly entered my apartment, turned on the lights, took off my shoes, and sat down on the couch.

Ernest arrived half an hour after I got home. Unlike before, he didn't just walk in but rang the doorbell.

This action alone confirmed that his intention to break up wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision or out of anger.

When I opened the door, there stood Ernest, still tall and imposing, but now clad in a black shirt and matching trousers instead of his usual T-shirt.

The rugged charm I initially fell for was gone, and now he was the refined successor of the Collins family.

We stood there, eye to eye, neither of us speaking first. Ernest broke the silence. "May I come in?"