No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 863
It had been a while since we had such undisturbed closeness.
"Feels like a waste for just the two of us to have this whole cruise to ourselves," I sighed after a lingering kiss.
Just then, I heard Fanny's voice, "We're coming up. Nothing unsuitable for young ears up there, right?"
I stared wide-eyed at Ernest. "You..."
"With a view like this, you've got to share it with your favorite people. Besides me, I suppose Dr. Willis is a close second," Ernest
said with that knowing smile of his.
By the time Fanny made it to the deck, Ernest had already let me down. I reached out to her, "Come here, give me a hug."
"Oh wow, you're being so warm. Aren't you worried Mr. Collins will get jealous?" Fanny teased but hugged me tightly anyway.
I glanced over at the figure climbing up behind her, whispering in Fanny's ear, "Your uncle's been quite the shadow lately."
"No way, he's here because your Mr. Collins invited him. We just happened to come along," Fanny pinched my side, "Keep your
thoughts clean."
My waist is ticklish, and her touch sent me into a fit of giggles.

Fanny, seemingly enjoying my reaction, tickled me more, and soon we were chasing each other around the deck like kids.
"Take it easy, panda," Fanny, the no-nonsense OB/GYN, reminded me.
While we were caught up in our play, the two men looked on, laughing.
The sky was a brilliant blue, the sea breeze gentle, and any lingering discontent I had melted away. Ernest always knew how to
mend my mood.
"You're laughing quite merrily, Director Hudson. How can you laugh so carefree?" Grant Smith chimed in, his voice dripping with
mock bitterness.
Ah yes, I still hadn't officially resigned from my position under him.

Not for lack of trying, but because he wouldn't accept it. So I was technically still on the payroll, though not exactly active.
Besides, he was now under Ernest's command, and I totally understood his grumbling.
"Is it a crime for my wife to laugh?" Ernest's lazy, teasing tone left Grant rolling his eyes.
"Of course not," Grant muttered through gritted teeth, "Damn capitalists and their wives."
He looked directly at me when he said the last part.
"You guys are really giving him a hard time, not very fair," Fanny said, having met Grant a few times before.
Grant's expression of mock

suffering intensified. He moved over to stand by Fanny, "Dr. Willis, Ms. Willis, you're the one who sees things clearly. Tell me,
what aml gaining from this? Must've been something I did in a past life, but why am I treated like... like..."
He trailed off, probably afraid someone might pick up where he left off.
"So unfair," he continued, tugging at Fanny's arm, "Dr. Willis, you have to stand up for me."
His exaggerated theatrics had me in stitches, and Fanny, though laughing, kept a straight face, "Don't worry, I've got your back..."
With that, she gave Grant a reassuring pat, and it was almost as if she was about to call him "sweetie."
The scene was just too funny, and I couldn't resist capturing it on my phone.
As the three of us were having a ball, grus Sinclair's voice cut through the laughter, "Mr. Smith, maybe you should consider a
gender
reassignment surgery with molnet
Fanny. That way, Mr. Collinswon't push you around so much.
I burst out laughing again, and Fanny chimed in, "Mr. Smith, if you're interested, I
can give you a friends-and-family discount."
Grant's face twitched, and he looked down at himself with a mix of horror and

amusement before quickly stepping away from Fanny.
I was laughing so hard I was in tears, and as I wiped my eyes, noticed Sinclair watching Fanny, or more specifically, her arm
where Grant had been holding.
"Your uncle's getting a little jealous," I blurted out before I could stop myself, my
voice carrying across the deck.
Everyone turned to look at me, caught off guard by my sudden outburst.