No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 786

Fanny was feeling pretty down, grappling with the loss of her Aunt Felicia and Uncle Joe.

It wasn't about blaming herself; rather, it was the shock of their Romeo and Juliet-style departure that left her staggered. Since hearing tales of tragic love like theirs, she'd always hoped for a love story that ended with growing old together, not one cut short by shared tragedy.

Before experiencing love firsthand, Fanny thought it was simple: just love me, and I'll love you back. But now, she understood it wasn't that easy. Finding a love that lasts seemed almost impossible, let alone growing old together.

It was late in the night when Yates returned home. Fanny wasn't asleep; instead, she was lost in thought on the balcony.

"Why aren’t you asleep yet? I told you not to wait up for me," Yates said, wrapping his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder, seeking solace in her presence.

"Rough day?" Fanny asked softly.

Yates gave a tired nod, too worn out to even speak.

Seeing him like this, Fanny felt a pang in her heart. She gently touched his face, "You can’t keep pushing yourself like this, Yates. Have you ever thought about taking it easy?"

"Not just yet. Give me a couple more years," Yates replied, prompting a bittersweet smile from Fanny.

"You're so driven, Yates. No wonder you're successful," Fanny teased, though there was a hint of sadness in her tone.

Yates simply burrowed closer, seemingly too tired to respond.

Fanny bit her lip, words she wanted to say lingering on her tongue. But seeing Yates like this, she swallowed them back down. "You’re exhausted. Go get some sleep."

"Yeah," he murmured, but didn’t move a muscle.

Fanny understood that feeling of being too tired to even move because she’d been there herself.

"Yeah, I’ll spend the morning with you," he mumbled, remembering he hadn’t spent much time with her since he got back.

Fanny said nothing more, and Yates quickly drifted off to sleep. But Fanny lay awake, watching him.

Yates was utterly exhausted, only waking when his phone rang late the next morning.

"…We’re leaving this afternoon, and you want to go out now? Milly, is this really necessary?… Using the professor as an excuse again, huh?…I’m not going," Yates said, ending the call with frustration, running a hand through his hair.

Fanny overheard the conversation from the hallway, leaning against the door frame. She had a feeling these last few hours with Yates would be taken away, too.

Sure enough, Yates hadn’t even finished his breakfast when his phone rang again, this time it was his professor.

Fanny didn’t need to hear the conversation. She got up and went to the bedroom. When Yates came in, she simply asked, "You’re leaving, aren’t you?"