No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 576



I couldn't help but turn my head.

Just then, Ernest looked up too. Even though we were separated by the car window, it felt like he could see me clearly.

My heart felt like it had been pierced by a knife.

But his gaze towards me was quickly interrupted by Yolande at his side. I could even hear her voice through the window, "Ernest, let's go inside."

He looked away and started walking inside with Yolande.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of energy and I flung the car door open.

As my feet hit the ground, Henrik followed suit, looking at me, "Want to go say hi?"

Yes, I wanted to see if he would feel guilty showing up with another woman in front of me.

Would he remember the things he once said to me?

It wasn't about not being able to let go, but rather I wanted to know if he felt any remorse.

"Quinn," I didn't respond but Henrik understood my intention and called out to Ernest while taking my hand and walking towards them.

Ernest stopped, him and Yolande looked our way.

My breathing was tight, my heart raced with a mix of panic and a bizarre sense of revenge.

Ernest might not care about me, but here I was, alive and well, protected by Henrik, a man feared by many.

Henrik led me right up to Ernest and Yolande and broke the ice, "Quinn, we meet again."

Ernest had hurt him before, yet Henrik's tone betrayed none of that.

The guy had a big heart and an even bigger spirit, or perhaps it was all just a façade.

Ernest was as aloof as ever, "You probably didn't want to see me."Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

But Henrik just smiled lightly and shook his head, "Not at all, I was actually looking forward to it."

He then looked at me, "Right, girl?"

Standing in front of Ernest, I wanted to see guilt and unease in his eyes, but facing him made me realize how pointless that was.

He broke up with me, and I clearly said I didn't want him back, so why did I still care?

Wasting my emotions on such a man was self-torture.

In an instant, it was like a moment of clarity had hit me.

If he didn't care, then I would treat him as a stranger.

I didn't look at Ernest but instead at Henrik, "I want to go inside."

Henrik led me past Ernest, but Ernest's familiar scent still lingered in the air.

"Well played," Henrik teased me once we were out of Ernest's view.

I didn't respond, walking into the venue with him, and immediately saw Conrad. He had been watching the entrance, seemingly waiting for me.

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Before getting out of the car, I had asked Henrik a question he hadn't answered. Seeing Conrad walking towards us, I asked again, "Henrik, is it him?" Content belongs to

This time, Henrik didn't dodge, "If he heard you say that, he'd be heartbroken."

The answer was clear; I was wrong.

Conrad seemed the most likely suspect, yet it wasn't him. So who else would set up such an elaborate scheme? And why?

I was plunged back into confusion,

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and by then, Conrad had already approached us with a tense expression. After seeing I was alright, his face softened a bit, but it hardened again when he saw my arm linked with Henrik's.

"Henrik, after the match, I'm taking Felicia away," Conrad said firmly to Henrik.