No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 852
I was chuckling to myself when Fanny sat across from me, watching patiently. When I finally stopped, she quipped, “Had your
laugh? Now, can you help me out?"
Fanny was usually the type to have everything figured out, so her coming to me for advice meant she must be out of options.
"First things first, is there any chance with Yates?" I asked, trying to gauge where her heart was at.
Fanny picked up an apple from the table, slicing it methodically. "What do you think?" she replied.
Fanny was not one to go back on her decisions or change her mind easily. The day she and Yates decided to part ways, it was a
done deal. But now, Yates seemed to have realized he couldn't live without her and was trying to win her back.
And then there was Sinclair, her childhood friend, stepping back into the picture. "If you want to make sure Yates doesn't get the
wrong idea, why not move in with your uncle for a bit?" I suggested.
Fanny wasn't surprised. "And the reasoning?"
"Yates is working at the same hospital now, doing some research project. He's trying to be close to you, hoping to patch things

up. It's not just the work during the day; there are those evenings too."
"Oh, and see if you can find out where he's staying. I bet it's somewhere nearby."
Fanny finished slicing the apple and handed me a piece. "Good advice deserves a reward."
I took a bite and continued, "If you don't give him the chance at night, he'll have to give up."
"The problem is, I don't want to face Sinclair," Fanny admitted, cutting to the chase.
I smiled knowingly. "Still embarrassed about that old incident?"
Fanny shook her head slightly, lost in thought. "That's all in the past. I've seen
plenty of things over the years; nothing fazes me anymore."
"So why don't you want to face Sinclair?" I pressed gently.

Fanny leaned back, spinning her chair around. "I'm not sure."
I bit my lip, "Fanny, deep down, you know why."
She shook her head again. "Don't get any ideas; he's just my uncle."
Matters of the heart are tricky, and I knew better than to push further. "If moving in with your uncle isn't an option, the only way is
to face the situation head-on. If you don't want your parents to worry or get tangled up with Yates again, staying with your uncle
is the best bet?"

She rolled her eyes at me, "Talking to you was pointless."
"Aren't you lonely after being away from Yates for so long?" I ventured a bold, sensitive question.
Fanny leaned in closer, "Felicia, you're pregnant. Keep your thoughts clean, or it'll affect the baby's well-being."
I burst out laughing, so loudly that Ernest said he could hear me from the elevator.
He'd brought me some oatmeal and
a couple of side dishes he'd whipped
up himself. "How's the taste? Tell me if there's anything you don't like," he said, playing the role of the
perfect homemaker.
I knew he was taking care of me, making up for lost time.
"Ernest, what's next on your agenda?" Like any spouse, I was curious about my husband's career plans.
I didn't care if he pursued business or a prestigious job, but he needed a direction. He couldn't just look after
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"Why do you ask?" Ernest looked at me quizzically.
"I'm worried we'll run out of money for baby formula," I teased.
Between my assets, we had more than enough to live comfortably, even

extravagantly.
But Ernest wasn't the type to rely on his wife financially. He had plans, I was sure
of it, but he hadn't mentioned anything.
So, my inquiry was out of concern and to ensure he felt he could share his thoughts with me.