No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



Will Ernest regret it?

I have no clue, but just the thought of him walking away so decisively sends a sharp pain through my heart.

With each passing second, the pain intensifies, making me toss and turn all night, unable to find any sleep.

Breaking up with Conrad never hurt this bad.

I somehow made it till dawn, got up, got ready, and headed to the office.

There, I'd see Ernest. I wanted to see how well he slept, given the rough night I had.

To cover up my weariness, I put on some makeup and went to the office.

And as fate would have it, I bumped right into Grant Smith at the office lobby. He greeted me with his usual enthusiasm, waving, "Director Hudson, good morning."

Every time he sees me, it's like he's found a long-lost family member, his excitement barely contained, almost ready to hug me and burst into tears. "Good morning, Mr. Smith!" I nodded slightly.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

"How come you're alone? Didn't bring your other half with you?" Grant asked with a grin.

The term "other half" hit harder than if he'd just mentioned Ernest by name. My already aching heart twisted further at his words, and I managed a strained laugh, "Other half? Did Mr. Smith assign me a new one?"

Grant paused, then laughed it off, waving someone over, "Look, isn't that him coming?"

Ernest came over, no longer in the fancy clothes from last night, but in his usual casual tee, pants, and work jacket.

It was surprising he still showed up to work here, given his recent promotion.

No, that's wrong. This was always his company. Jeremy was just a smokescreen.

Thinking about it, I realized that while he had listed all my faults last night, he had his own secrets.

He hid his true identity, deceiving me.

What was his intention? Was it to guard against me, fearing I'd be with him just for his wealth, or did he never intend to share his success with me? Thinking this, my anger flared up again.

Afraid I might lose my cool, I started to walk away, but Grant called out, "Hey, don't go! Let's head up together."

He then shouted to Ernest, saying, "Mr. Collins, hurry up, don't keep your Director Hudson waiting."

Ernest came closer, his gaze landing on me, but I turned away.

He wanted to look, but I wasn't about to let him.

Grant, not being oblivious, could tell something was off between Ernest and me but didn't push it, just laughed and teased, "Mr. Collins, Director Hudson and I were just talking about you. She doesn't quite recognize your 'other half' status, so you'll need to work on that."

Ernest didn't bite, and I stayed silent, leaving Grant in an awkward spot. Yet, he knew how to lighten the mood. "Mr. Collins, those dark circles are quite something. Sore threat keeping you up?"

Despite my irritation, Grant's comment nearly made me laugh.

"You must've had too much salt today," Ernest finally spoke up.

Grant grinned, "Had some bitter melon stir-fry this morning. Bitter. Now I'm all about the sweets."

Grant might be a bit noisy, but his heart's in the right place, always trying to smooth things over.

I kept my eyes on the elevator

numbers, stepping in as soon as the doors opened, and with a smile, told

Grant, Mr. Smith, come by my office later. I'll share some Alpine O

chocolates with you."

"Uh? Haha... Sure... Mr. Collins, your Director Hudson is offering me sweets..."

Back in my office, I took a sip of water and dove into work.

Whether it was at Wagner Group or here, my personal feelings never messed with my work.

Morning meetings, tackling work issues, and finally, wrapping up tasks for Grant's approval.

"Director Hudson, your efficiency is unmatched. You've cleared days of work in just one morning," Grant's motivational style was undeniable.