No More Waiting, She Chooses Love
Chapter 711

Just when I thought he was about to take something as a token of his response, he surprised me by saying, "Well, it does look pretty cool, quite unique." Then, he pulled his hand back. I was stunned for a few seconds, then let out a laugh.

He still wouldn't admit he was Ernest.

I understood he had his reasons for keeping his identity a secret; not revealing who he truly was served as a form of protection. But why couldn't he be honest with me? Did he not trust me, or was he being cautious around me?

It didn't matter, as long as I knew who he was.

"If you're free today, come with me to meet someone. It's the person I told you about who's playing Ernest," I had promised Susie a meeting, to put her mind at ease. He agreed without hesitation, "Sure."

After that, he gestured toward my breakfast, "You should eat."

He had put effort into making breakfast, and it was exactly to my liking, so of course, I wouldn't waste it.

Especially since I hadn't eaten much last night, just had some drinks, so I was quite hungry.

While I was eating, Phipps stepped out to the balcony. I glanced over and guessed he must be smoking.

Despite his calm facade, I knew he had inner turmoil.

Seeing him like that made my heart ache, so after I finished eating, I tidied up the table. But just as I was about to take the dishes into the kitchen, he came back in.

"You don't have to wash up, go get ready," Phipps said as he approached.

Close to him, I could smell the scent of smoke mingled with his own. It was a familiar scent that also made my heart flutter, thinking of him smoking, and how he loves me yet doesn't dare to reveal his true identity to me.

A wave of sympathy rose from the depths of my heart, and I hugged him, burying my face in his neck.

He stood still, letting me hold him, but asked, "What's wrong?"

Holding onto his shirt, I murmured, "You smell good... your scent is really nice..."

He didn't say anything, just let me hold him. After a moment, he finally spoke, "Your friend was introduced by someone else."

I knew he was talking about

Deborah looked up at him, feeling quite short in my slippers in front of his tall figure, which made me just the right height to notice the marks on his neck.

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I couldn't help but swallow, surprised, "She wasn't coerced?"

"No," Phipps said, very sure of himself.

Remembering the last time I saw Deborah and what she had told me, I murmured, "She wouldn't have gone willingly."

"There must be some distress or

secret she's hiding. Can you help me see her? I know meeting Deborah in Sapphire Lounge will be tough

unless someone helps me "Content

Phipps was silent for a few seconds, "You seem particularly interested in the affairs of Sapphire Lounge."

Looking into his face, I said, "Because I suspect the man I love, a man named Ernest, his demise is connected to Dustin and Sapphire Lounge."

Phipps's expression shifted, "You suspected I was him, didn't you?"

He was trying to dismiss my

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thoughts, but wasn't going to play into his hands, "But you won't admit you're him. Besides... you're too different from my Ernest. Your voice, your skin, even the distinctive mole he had-you have none of it"

After saying that, I stepped back from his embrace and smoothed out the wrinkles I had made on his shirt, "You're not him."

Leaving these words behind, I walked out of the kitchen, and his voice followed, "She'll be there tonight."

He meant Deborah.