No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Dustin's eyes flickered with a hint of sadness, but he nodded, gesturing for a taxi and opening the door for me. Yet, as the taxi carried me away, Dustin's car followed at a distance.

"Trouble in paradise with the boyfriend?" the driver chuckled.

"Your guy's decent, not forcing you, just quietly keeping an eye out," he added, a bit too chatty for my taste.

I stared out the window, saying, "He's not my boyfriend."

The driver blinked in surprise, then fell silent.

I watched the night scenery, but soon noticed another car in the rearview mirror, alongside Dustin's. It seemed to be Ernest's.

Stanley's engagement announcement echoed in my ears.

My heart felt like it was being sliced open. I closed my eyes and told myself it was all just an illusion.

After a few seconds, the pain eased, and I reopened my eyes. But Ernest's car was still there.

He should be celebrating with the Clark family, so why follow me?

I didn't know, but I had to be sure it was him driving. So, I tapped the driver's seat, "Could you, uh, maybe do a little swerve or something?"

"What?" the driver exclaimed.

"I want to see if my boyfriend really cares," I said, making the driver give me a look that said I was being whimsical after just denying my boyfriend. But he didn't know I was testing someone else.

"Sure, playing cupid might add ten years to my life. Buckle up, miss," the driver agreed cheerfully, then accelerated.

The car roared to life, speeding off like an arrow. I was shaken.

Before I could adjust, the car suddenly swerved, even spinning around.

This maneuver, something out of a TV show, was happening to me.

When the car stopped, I was dizzy. The driver then said, "Your

boyfriend's here, but why are. there two?"

"Felicia," Dustin was the first to open the door, his voice anxious.

But I wasn't looking at him; I was looking at Ernest, who opened the other door.

Seeing me unharmed, the tension in his eyes eased. He then moved to close the door.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Ernest," I stopped him.

He paused, looking at me with a cold, distant gaze.

"What are you doing? Why are you

following me?" My voice tremblede

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Ernest clenched his jaw. "I had something to tell you."

Hearing this made my heart ache more. Was he here to explain his marriage to Yolande?

"What do you want to say?" My voice was shaky.

Ernest glanced past me, then said, "You, come here."

I got out of the taxi, and as I closed the door, I saw Dustin standing on the

Cher side, his eyes wounded.

Ignoring him, I walked toward Ernest.

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