No More Waiting, She Chooses Love
Chapter 708

When Phipps dropped me off at home, I pretended to be asleep, my eyes shut tight.

What else could I have done? Let him, under the guise of another man, share an intimate moment with me? I couldn't allow that. It would only make him think that as long as he had that face, he could have his way with me whenever he pleased. "Do you want more?" Phipps whispered in my ear as he held me close, his voice tinged with mischief.

I didn't answer, but when he laid me down on the bed, I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him to lie beside me. It had been too long since I wasn't alone, and tonight, I just wanted him by my side, even if we did nothing at all. He didn't push me away. In the darkness, I heard his soft apology, "I'm sorry, just wait a bit longer..." Clearly, he had his reasons.

Fine, I'll wait... I'll wait for the day he tells me he is Ernest.

When I woke up, the familiar scent of porridge greeted me. Without asking, I knew Phipps hadn't left. I got up and headed outside; sure enough, he was in the kitchen with a glass of honey water already prepared on the table. Honestly, I didn't sleep well last night. How could I, holding onto a man I hadn't been close to in so long? He wasn't much better off than me. Although he stayed still, I could feel the turmoil within him.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but smirk, wanting to tease him again. "Why are you here?" I asked, holding the glass of water, feigning surprise.

Phipps turned to look at me with a "don't you know?" expression. It was this turn that let me see the mark at his throat, the bruise I had left, now turned purple, looking even more... suggestive.

I coughed, feeling a bit embarrassed. Embarrassed or not, I wanted him to feel the same, so I pointed at the mark on his throat, "Did I do that?"

Phipps rolled his throat, playing along, "Who else?"

I coughed again, "So, you're saying... you're mine now?" It sounded like something a flippant heartbreaker would say.

Phipps's eyes deepened, neither confirming nor denying. This man was playing me, keeping me hanging.

"Mr. Phipps said he wasn't for sale.

Last night was my fault; I should take responsibility. Tell me, how should I make it up to you?" I played along with a mischievous tone.

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"How do you plan to take responsibility?" he countered.

Smelling the delicious aroma of the food, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a piece of the meal, tossing it into my mouth.

He frowned, "You didn't even wash your hands, aren't you bothered by the dirt?"

I chewed on the tasty morsel, "I'm not disgusted with myself."

yours ands weren't touching

"Those

his words made me halt my chewing. Even though he didn't

continue, I got the message10

This man, so earnestly, had put me in a rather awkward situation. To spit the food out would be quite embarrassing for both of us. Not to

mention, it would be uncomforeve

for him and not a good look ( for me.

To not spit it out, though, felt... off. As I was hesitating, I caught a glimpse of the teasing glint in his eyes...