No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 852

I was chuckling to myself when Fanny sat across from me, watching patiently. When I finally stopped, she quipped, “Had your laugh? Now, can you help me out?”

Fanny was usually the type to have everything figured out, so her coming to me for advice meant she must be out of options.

“First things first, is there any chance with Yates?” I asked, trying to gauge where her heart was at.

Fanny picked up an apple from the table, slicing it methodically. “What do you think?” she replied.

Fanny was not one to go back on her decisions or change her mind easily. The day she and Yates decided to part ways, it was a done deal. But now, Yates seemed to have realized he couldn’t live without her and was trying to win her back.

And then there was Sinclair, her childhood friend, stepping back into the picture.

“If you want to make sure Yates doesn't get the wrong idea, why not move in with your uncle for a bit?” I suggested.

Fanny wasn’t surprised. “And the reasoning?”

“Yates is working at the same hospital now, doing some research project. He’s trying to be close to you, hoping to patch things up. It’s not just the work during the day; there are those evenings too.”

“Oh, and see if you can find out where he’s staying. I bet it’s somewhere nearby.”

Fanny finished slicing the apple and handed me a piece. “Good advice deserves a reward.”

I took a bite and continued, “If you don’t give him the chance at night, he’ll have to give up.”

“The problem is, I don’t want to face Sinclair,” Fanny admitted, cutting to the chase.

I smiled knowingly. “Still embarrassed about that old incident?”

Fanny shook her head slightly, lost in thought. “That’s all in the past. I’ve seen plenty of things over the years; nothing fazes me anymore.”

“So why don’t you want to face Sinclair?” I pressed gently.

I knew he was taking care of me, making up for lost time.

“Ernest, what’s next on your agenda?” Like any spouse, I was curious about my husband’s career plans.

I didn’t care if he pursued business or a prestigious job, but he needed a direction. He couldn’t just look after me all day.

“Why do you ask?” Ernest looked at me quizzically.

“I’m worried we’ll run out of money for baby formula,” I teased.

Between my assets, we had more than enough to live comfortably, even extravagantly.

But Ernest wasn’t the type to rely on his wife financially. He had plans, I was sure of it, but he hadn’t mentioned anything.

So, my inquiry was out of concern and to ensure he felt he could share his thoughts with me.