No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 837

She had barely stepped onto the helicopter before someone forced something down her throat, leaving her groggy and disoriented. She had drifted off into a deep sleep, filled with memories of Sinclair.

Why was she dreaming about him?

It probably had something to do with what she had said to Dustin. She and Sinclair were family; there was no way he had any other kind of thoughts about her. Dustin was just being sleazy.

Fanny caught a whiff of something delicious in the air, and her stomach growled. Despite being out cold, her body had been using energy, especially since dream-Fanny had been running around looking for Sinclair, which had drained her quite a bit.

Smirking at herself, she mused about how strange the human brain was, capable of replaying the past and concocting some pretty wild scenarios.

She got out of bed and walked into the living room to find two men sitting at the dining table, enjoying their breakfast.

Fanny joined them, noticing they had set a plate aside for her. Without hesitation, she grabbed the glass of milk and took a few gulps before tucking into the food.

Her nonchalant demeanor and lack of any apparent fear of being kidnapped caught the two men by surprise.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Fanny asked between bites.

"You seem a little too at ease," Ernest commented.

Fanny glanced at him, remembering the mark on her neck. It didn’t hurt, but it had bled. "What? Should I be eating with fear and trembling?"

She had always lived by the motto: when in Rome, do as the Romans do. So, take things as they come.

"You’ll be cooking from now on," Dustin said, picking up the conversation.

She figured these criminals wouldn't hire a cook, so this meal must have been their handiwork.

Dustin was at a loss for words.

Fanny's quick wit silenced them both. She was used to eating quickly due to her job, unlike these two who seemed to savor every bite. By the time she finished, their plates were still half full.

Turning to Ernest, she recalled his cold demeanor when he had captured her and his indifference to Felicia’s pleas, "Are you Ernest?"

Ernest looked at her, "What’s it to you?"

"I’m just saying, if you’re Ernest, I’ll make sure Felicia never goes near you once I’m back," Fanny boldly declared.

Ernest wasn’t surprised; he suspected Felicia wouldn’t forgive him anyway, even without Fanny’s interference.

"That’s assuming you make it back," Ernest warned, hinting that her return was not guaranteed.