No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 833

Now, with her taking such good care of me, I couldn't help but feel a little undeserving.

"Are you worried I might have poisoned it? If you don't mind, I can take the first sip," she teased when I hesitated to accept the glass.

I had to admit, she was genuinely kind. Even though she was once supposed to get engaged to Ernest, and knew about my connection with him, she never showed me any hostility.

It's not like she didn't have feelings for Ernest. She once admitted she was fond of him. Her kindness towards me was just so inexplicable.

This woman was a mystery to me.

"It's not that," I replied, taking the milk. "I just feel guilty for troubling you."

As I said that, Ernest's words echoed in my mind about finding someone trustworthy to pass the ring to.

So, should I trust Yolande?

"Doing someone's bidding," Yolande said with a sly smile, her lips painted a vibrant red.

Bidding for whom? Ernest?

"Won't disturb your sleep~," she sang the last words playfully with a smile.

I gave a resigned grin, "Stop with the silly thoughts."

With a cheerful wave, Yolande left the room. I picked up my phone again, trying once more to connect, but it was futile.

I knew how risky it was for Ernest and me to communicate like this. The shorter the contact, the better, so I didn't try again.

But who should I give the ring to?

Who could I trust now?

The only person I trusted was Fanny, but she had been taken.

I needed to find someone else trustworthy. As I stared at the glass of milk, I wondered if I should trust Yolande.

"A bit of both," Yolande replied, elegantly eating her breakfast. "And also for the joy of it. Isn't life all about the simple pleasures? Cooking brings happiness, turning ordinary ingredients into delightful meals. It’s a wonderful process."

Well, I couldn’t quite share her enthusiasm.

"But I don’t really like any of this," I said, feigning a lack of interest, though her cooking was truly excellent. My intention was to find an excuse to see Conrad.

She wasn’t offended. "What do you like, then? Tell me, and your big sister will make it for you."

Honestly, I wasn't sure who was older between us, but she was quick to assume the role of the older sister.

"You can’t make it," I replied, pretending to be uninterested.

Yolande chuckled, "Is it some childhood favorite? You’d need your parents for that."

"My parents are gone," I said, forcing a couple of tears to make my point.

That threw Yolande off balance. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to... Don’t cry, please..."