No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

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Chapter 80 "I'm all about the money. If you don't have it, even if you look like a god, it's useless," I said, letting the words hang in the air. Just then, Ernest looked over. It seemed he had overheard.

I didn't avoid his gaze. There was no future for us anyway, so it was better he heard it straight from me.

I wasn't oblivious. His casual touches and spraying cologne ontoday were clear signs that he had feelings for me.

"You're so shallow," Deborah said angrily.

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I didn't respond or look at Ernest.

Deborah's phone rang. She glanced at the number and said, "It's Ivan." Ivan?! "Yeah, I'm here, in the kiddie zone at the amusement park. Does Ivan need something?... Okay, con over," Deborah said, then turned to me. "Ivan says he's looking for you." Ivan looking for me? I hoped it wasn't about Conrad. I had just told him this morning to stop bothering me. Surely, he wouldn't send Ivan afterso soon.

Ivan soon arrived, holding a takeaway box. "Ms. Hudson, Mrs. Wagner sent you this soup, to help with the heat." Made by Jacqueline?! She hadn't contacted me, so how would she know I was feeling hot? It must have been Conrad's doing.

If Conrad sent it, I could have easily refused. But if Jacqueline made it for me, that was a different story. "Thanks, appreciate it!" I took the box.

Ivan lingered as if he had more to say, probably still feeling guilty about that trip to Crystal Bay Villas. So, I reassured him, "Don't overthink it, Ivan." "Ms. Hudson, I..." "It's not your fault. If you insist on worrying, that's on you." Ivan was clear and to the point, with nothing more to add, except to remind, "Just have the soup, Ms. Hudson. It really helps." After he left, Deborah chimed in, "That soup is definitely from Mr. Wagner." Did she think I didn't know? "Mr. Wagner is just trying not to let you go, keeping you as his backup plan," she said sharply.

I just gave a wry smile. What he wanted hardly mattered.

Deborah's order hadn't arrived yet, so I decided to start on the soup, offering sto Ernest. "Wanna ssoup?" "No, thanks," he refused flatly.

I didn't insist. Sharing the soup with Debora nudged me, "Felicia, we hadn't even finisheck when out that hottie." Her antics weren't new, but I followed her gaze anyway.

And there he was, Dustin, smiling atlike the first day of spring. "Can't just have soup, can you?" He held out a box. "My mom made these dumplings, your favorite, with cheese filling." "Why would Mrs. Wagner's soup and dumplings cseparately?" Deborah, ever quick to speak, blurted out.

Dustin looked confused. "What?"

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But I got it. The soup wasn't Jacqueline's doing. It was Conrad's idea, and van had lied. He probably thought I'd toss it otherwise.

"It's nothing. I've been craving dumplings, actually," I said opening the box. The aroma hitright away. Despite wanted them. I grabbed one, the filling stinging the sore but letting the cheese run out.

Dustin reached out to clean my mouth, cleaning away the escaping broth.

That's when Ernest's chilly voice cut through, With a sore in your mouth, and you're got even washing your hands before eating? Do you even want it to heal?" X

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