No More Waiting, She Chooses Love
Chapter 747

"A bowl of extra spicy Bolognese," Fanny announced as she approached the counter, making her preference clear.

Since Sinclair wasn't usually a fan, she didn't bother to ask him what he wanted. To her surprise, right after she finished, Sinclair chimed in, "A bowl with a hint of tomato, just a touch of spice." Fanny turned to him, eyebrows raised in surprise. "You're eating too?"

Sinclair just shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "What, you expect me to just watch you eat?"

Their playful banter elicited a chuckle from the diner's owner, who couldn't help but add, "We often see young couples sharing a dish here."

Fanny fell silent. Once again, they were mistaken for a couple. It was a misunderstanding that had followed them since their school days. Even their teachers, unaware of the real situation, had mistaken their closeness for young love and had threatened to call their parents.

And now, years later, they were still facing the same mix-ups.

Fanny glanced at Sinclair, begrudgingly admitting to herself that the man hadn't aged a day.

"Yes, my uncle prefers his food mild, so please go easy on the chili," Fanny deliberately told the owner, throwing a bit of a curveball.

The owner paused, then chuckled awkwardly. "Not related by blood, I assume?"

Not by blood, but Sinclair was her grandparents' adopted child, treated as their own.

This was a sensitive topic, and Fanny quickly clarified with a firm, "Related."

Sinclair, ever the quiet one, didn't say much and found them a place to sit.

Fanny let out a breath and followed, asking, "Uncle, would you like something to drink?"

"I ordered some milk tea from the shop next door. It should be here soon," Sinclair said, catching Fanny off guard with his casual, almost mundane choice.

When had he even ordered? And since when did he start drinking milk tea instead of his usual strict diet?

These changes in Sinclair led Fanny

to one conclusion: he must have e

girlfriend. This was the kind of

change that came from wanting to make someone else happy.

"So, uncle, when are you bringing your girlfriend home?" Fanny decided to break the silence with a bold question.

Sinclair looked at her, genuinely perplexed. "Girlfriend? Since when did I have one?"

Fanny froze, her theory crumbling. Sinclair continued, "I don't have a girlfriend."

"But, are you just worried about the family replaceing out?" Fanny blurted out, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. Great, now she'd even mentioned it to her mom.

"You thought I had a girlfriend because I visited your department, right?" Sinclair went straight to the point.

Fanny nodded, "Yeah, why else would a guy hang around the maternity ward?"

"It was a pregnant client who had a fall during

an event. I just

accompanied her to the hospital," Sinclair explained, clearing the air.

Fanny felt the heat of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. She'd jumped to conclusions without all the facts.

"So, you wanted to meet today just to clear this up?" Fanny said, attempting to steer the conversation towards a resolution. "Not exactly. I wanted you to know the truth," Sinclair clarified.

Fanny couldn't help but mentally

stick her tongue out. Their meetings were always a bit awkward, but this misunderstanding had taken if to a whole new level of discomfort.

"Excuse me," a girl approached them, her cheeks flushed with nervousness as she addressed Sinclair, "Hi, could I..."

"No!" Sinclair cut her off before she could finish.

The girl's face turned an even deeper shade of red. Sinclair didn't look at her but turned to Fanny, "I have a girlfriend."