FreeNovelChapter 219 Fanny's got her head on straight most of the time, but boy, can she be an ostrich, burying her head in the sand over things she's never even tried. That's where we part ways, but to each their own, right? Everyone's got their own way of thinking.
There's this saying that no one can meddle in someone else's life, not even when you're as close as Fanny and I are.
I crashed at Fanny's place for a night before heading back and didn't run into Ernest.
The lady downstairs asked if I'd been off on a trip with my boyfriend, saying she hadn't seen us in days. That's when I realized Ernest hadn't been around either.
Even though Deborah mentioned he's been swamped, it's crystal clear tothat Ernest staying here was all about being close to me.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhen I'm here, he finds excuses to cback every day. When I'm not, he can't be bothered to show his face. But if he won't cto me, I can always go to him.
The moment I showed up at the amusement park, Deborah sprinted over, not saying a word before wrappingin a hug and then playfully punchingin the shoulder, "Felicia, you've got snerve, not dropping by to check onfor so long." Her punches left my shoulders aching, makingfeel like I'd let her down big time.
"Here I am, aren't I?" I pat her back, my gaze drifting towards Ernest.
He was up high, strapped into a safety harness, helmet on, doing schecks.
But now, he was looking right at me, and I waved at him.
Ernest hit a button beside him and started descending slowly. I turned to Deborah with a grin, "So, what's Mr. Collins done to make you sulk this time?" "It's not that. He's actually becmore humane lately," Deborah said, looking at me. "Felicia, you've changed, you know? You're not the sas before." Her words caughtoff guard, "How so? Uglier, or darker?" I've been downright frolicking in nature these past few days with Susie, whether it's basking in the wind, soaking up the sun, or splashing around in the river.
"Not at all, you just seem more carefree," Deborah continued with a laugh, "Prettier, and more captivating." As she finished, Ernest made his way down from his lofty perch, his long legs catching my eye first.
Dressed in his work gear, he was the epitof rugged charm.
For a moment, the urge to rush over, wrap him in a hug, and plant one on him was overwhelming.
"Mr. Collins," Deborah's formal greeting snappedout of my inappropriate thoughts.
"Check the lights in section D3-6, they're acting up. And grab the footage of the dynamic lights from last night for me," Ernest commanded her straight aw I could see Deborah's lips twitch, her eyes filled with a mix of reluctance and longing as she looked at me.
Right then, I wanted salone twith Ernest, so I gestured for her to go ahead.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Felicia, don't leave. Let's grab lunch together," Deborah seemed genuinely keen to spend ttogether, invitingagain.
She's enthusiastic alright, but completely oblivious to the tension between Ernest and me. She used to be sharper than this.
"You get on with it; we'll catch up later," I brushed her off.
"Felicia, you go ahead and chat with.
Mr. Collins. I'll check things out," Deborah said, nodding at Ernest before reluctantly walking away, n. looking back every few steps.
With Deborah gone, acting like a third wheel, Ernest and I were left in m silence just staring at each other, our gazes interlocking in a way that needed no words. "Tired?" Ernest finally broke the silence.
"Not really," I replied, just as a gust of wind blew by, sending my hair fluttering into my face.
I brushed my hair aside, and when I turned back to Ernest, caught his gaze, deeper now, and watched as his Adam's apple bobbed. My eyes locked on his throat, "Isn't there anything you want to say to me?" Ashburn X
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