No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 858
Fanny had been to Sinclair's apartment before. It was a spacious loft he had purchased before heading abroad, a decision she
had helped him make.
She had always said she liked this kind of place; it made her feel relaxed and at
ease.
Sinclair had listened to her, even letting her choose the interior decor.
But now, standing there, the place felt strangely unfamiliar.
"Do you remember your room?" Sinclair's deep voice pulled her from her thoughts.
Fanny pressed her lips together, glancing towards the far left room with the large bay window. That was the master bedroom,
belonging to the owner of the house. Yet, in her youthful arrogance, she had claimed it for herself.
Sinclair hadn't hesitated to agree.
Looking back now, she wished she could turn back time and erase her presumptuousness. Standing there now, she felt a wave
of embarrassment wash over her.

"I've forgotten. Show me," Sinclair said, picking up her suitcase and heading towards the master bedroom.
But Fanny stopped him. "Uncle."
Sinclair's eyes, calm like a lake, found hers. Fanny swallowed. "Uncle, I'll stay in the guest room."
"There is no guest room," Sinclair replied simply, leaving Fanny momentarily speechless.
He wasn't teasing her; he was just stating a fact. His place was never intended to accommodate guests, except for her.
So this expansive loft had just two bedrooms: one for her, one for him.
Fanny took a deep breath. "Uncle, it's not right for me to stay in that room. I'll take the other one."

"The other room is where I've been staying. Are you sure you want to?" Sinclair said, setting her suitcase down. "If you don't
believe me, come see."
Though it seemed unnecessary to inspect a man's room, curiosity got the better of her, and she followed him.
Sinclair opened the door and stepped aside, making room for Fanny.
She stood at the threshold, taking in
the room's stark black, white, and gray theme: Even the bed linens were in a severe shade of gray. The roomexuded a chilliness
that made her feel as though she'd stepped into an icebox.
She preferred warmth. She remembered choosing a cozy cream theme for her room, which would indeed be unsuitable for a

man like Sinclair.
And although Sinclair's room was slightly smaller than the master bedroom, it was still quite impressive.
"Okay, I'll stick with my room," Fanny said, not waiting for him to help with her luggage. She grabbed it and headed back to her
room.
She opened the door to find her dream room, just as she'd envisioned it years ago. Even the bedding was in warm tones, and
standing there, she felt as if she'd been transported back in time.
Sinclair's voice came from behind her, "Let me know if you need anything. We can go out and get it."
"Uncle," Fanny turned to look at him.
Sinclair had shed his jacket, now in just a gray shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exuding a casual ease. "Yeah?"
"Thank you."
The simple words caught him off guard, a flicker of something passing through his eyes. "Fanny, you don't need to thank me."
"It's not that. It's just... thank you for remembering me," Fanny said sincerely.
She wasn't lacking in love, but she welcomed it nonetheless.

Sinclair was her uncle, but they had grown up together as the closest of friends When they parted ways, she had assumed their
paths wouldn't cross again, or if they did, it would be as distant acquaintances.
But everything about this place showed her how wrong she had been. Time had
passed, but it hadn't severed their bond.
"Fanny almost forgot about me," Sinclair said with a hint of melancholy.
Fanny wanted to deny it, but the words wouldn't come.