No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 484



Ernest never beat around the bush. When he said something, I knew he meant it.

His words made it crystal clear to me; if Ernest said it, he believed it.

Ever since I started seeing him, I was scared my history with Conrad would mess things up for us. So, I tried to stay away from Conrad.

But in the end, I somehow still managed to leave Ernest feeling like I harbored old flames for Conrad.

I knew this feeling of his wasn't just because I had donated blood to Conrad once; it must have been simmering for a while, building up from multiple instances until he felt this strongly about it.

"Ernest, it turns out you've always felt I don't love you enough," I said with a mocking laugh. "If that's the case, then I really don't know what love is."

"If you really loved me, you wouldn't talk about breaking up so easily," Ernest murmured softly.

I closed my eyes, feeling defeated, "I've explained that it was said in the heat of the moment."

After saying that, I smiled bitterly, "I just mentioned breaking up, and you agreed so readily. Ernest, does this mean you've wanted out from the beginning?"

It's true what they say, give someone enough rope, and they'll hang themselves. When you don't want to be reasonable, any argument can be twisted.

Ernest's gaze narrowed. "If that's what you think, then maybe it's right for us to part ways."

My heart clenched, and anger surged within me. After all my explanations, he still felt this way.

I let go of his hand, saying, "So, parting ways is the right thing, is that what you want?"

Ernest's Adam's apple bobbed, but before he could speak, I laughed and added, "Ernest, I know things have changed for you, now that you're the heir to the Collins fortune. Do you feel I'm not worthy of you anymore? Or is it because I was once engaged to Conrad, and you're worried about people gossiping if you're with me?"

This kind of suspicion was beneath me. But today, I had sunk to that level.

"Is that what you think?" Ernest's voice grew colder.

"What else am I supposed to think? It's just a misunderstanding, and I've explained it, but you can't get past it You want to break up, so I have no other choice but to think this way," I became like those dramatic, heroines in a lovers' quarrel irrational and breaking down. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

"Fine, if that's how you see it," Ernest actually responded like that.

Looking into his eyes, my lips trembled, struggling to find words.

The anger in my chest kept building, feeling like it was about to burst, my throat burning as if I'd swallowed a chili pepper. It took a moment before I could speak, "So, you still want to break up, is that it?" Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

"...Yes."

That single word from Ernest pierced right through me, almost leaving me breathless.

I clenched my fists. "Fine."

That was my last bit of pride and defiance.

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He didn't want to be with me. If this was still about misconceptions regarding Conrad and me, I could drag him back to explain, but if it was about him thinking I wasn't good enough for him, what more could I do? Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

Grovel for his love? That was something Felicia could never do. Besides, love begged for never lasts.

"Leave, then," I said before tears could fall.

Ernest didn't move, just looked at me. My tears were on the brink of breaking through. If he stayed any longer, my last shred of dignity would vanish.

So, I grabbed a pillow next to me and threw it at him, "Go on, then."

Ernest didn't dodge; the pillow hit his face, and he caught it.

After a moment, he put the pillow down and stood up to leave.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Watching his retreating figure, my tears finally broke free.