No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 865

Ernest's black silk shirt fluttered against his chest in the sea breeze, half leaning against the railing with an air of easy nonchalance. "Ready to make a move?"

"It's already underway," Sinclair replied, exuding a steady calm that stood in stark contrast to Ernest's slightly rogue demeanor.

Ernest thought about how Sinclair had already brought Fanny back home and probed, "Have you figured out what to say to your family?"

"No rush," Sinclair drawled lazily, "It's better once she's made up her mind."

"Looks like you've laid out your plan long ago, just waiting for the right moment," Ernest mused. The two had met overseas years ago and never imagined they'd cross paths like this.

Their favorite women turned out to be best friends, as close as sisters.

"Ever regret it? Starting this late?" Ernest referred to Fanny's past relationship with Yates.

Sinclair gazed at the rolling waves, "No, everything happens for a reason."

He always knew Yates was the lingering glow in Fanny's heart, a light she needed to let go of before she could truly move on. He was waiting for her.

Now was just the right time.

"What are you two chatting about?" Grant came over, pushing a cart filled with fruit and drinks.

"Talking about setting you up with someone to end your thirty-something years of bachelorhood," Ernest said, handing Sinclair a glass.

"Oh, Mr. Collins not only pays our salaries but also finds us wives?" Grant joked.

"Exactly, always looking out for the well-being of my employees," Ernest clinked his glass with Sinclair's.

Grant glanced over at Fanny and me playing nearby, "Thanks, Mr. Collins, but I might not need that."

"Oh? Got someone you like?" Ernest teased.

A man like him could lift anyone's spirits just by being around.

"I want some juice," I said deliberately.

"Name it," Grant replied with enthusiasm.

"Orange juice, lots of vitamin C," I decided.

He gave a thumbs up and turned to Fanny, "And for you, Dr. Willis?"

"I'll have the same as Felicia, thank you, Mr. Smith," Fanny replied politely.

"My pleasure, serving lovely ladies is an honor. Just treat me to dinner sometime," Grant said, his eyes lingering on Fanny.

It suddenly clicked for me that his intentions were more than just friendly. "Mr. Smith, are you perhaps interested in our Dr. Willis?"