NovelEnglishChapter 394 Chapter 394 Chapter 394 Although Susie's surgery went off without a hitch, her road to recovery was paved with potential setbacks. She couldn't be left alone. Ernest managed to find a caregiver for the daythours, but cevening, he made it a point to be by Susie's side.
This arrangement meant I saw a lot less of Ernest. After all, our day jobs kept us busy.
"I'm available," Ernest surprisingly agreed.
"And Susie...?" I began, but Ernest cutoff before I could finish.
"I've got it covered," he reassured me, his commitment shining through.
"It's been a while since we've had quality ttogether," he admitted, his forehead pressed against mine. My heart couldn't help but ache a little.
And why wouldn't it? If he was spending every waking moment caring for Susie, there was no tleft for me. I knew I couldn't be jealous, but that didn't mean I didn't feel a bit hurt.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe championship Jefferson was competing in was miles away in Fenton. Ernest and I caught a flight to get there. Stepping off the plane, we were surprised to find someone holding up a sign for us, courtesy of Jefferson.
I hadn't expected Jefferson to be so thoughtful.
I was glad I made the trip; it would have been a shto miss out on his considerate gesture.
Plus, sharing the flight with a bunch of his fans was an eye-opener. I hadn't realized just how popular Jefferson was.
Even before we reached the venue, the sheer enthusiasm of the fans was infectious.
"I can't believe how popular Jefferson is," I mused. "All these years, I just thought of him as the guy running the pool hall." Ernest remained quiet, his typical stoic self, but I didn't mind.
Especially since he wasn't all that familiar with Jefferson, I took the opportunity to paint a picture of Jefferson's pool prowess, not forgetting to mention a few of my own victories against him.
When the car finally stopped, I eagerly asked the driver, "Is Jefferson staying at this hotel too?" "Seems like it," the driver's response thrilled me.
"I'll introduce you to him tonight," I said, slapping Ernest on the back.
He didn't respond, his expression sour.
I could tell something was up. Except for the early days of our acquaintance, Ernest had neveel I like this before.
"Ernest, what's wrong?" I confronted him.
He remained silent, which only served to irritate me. "Ernest, talk to me." "Do you like Jefferson?" he suddenly burst out, his voice heavy with emotion.
"What?" I couldn't help but laugh.
"All you've done is talk about him the whole trip," Ernest's voice was laced with hurt.
It dawned onthen-he was jealous.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmnever gone Seeing this side of him was rare. He got this way with Conrad, but Jefferson had somehow managed to stir his jealousy.
So, I teased him by nodding, "Yeah, I do like him. Wouldn't have talked about him so much otherwise." The e content is on novelenglish.net! Pet
Ernest's mood visibly darkened. I expected him to say"more, but he simply stated, "Let's go," and started pulling his suitcase. Find I didn't follow.
He stopped and looked back at me. "Aren't you coming?" "I'm upset you're being so petty," I admitted, a bit more petulant than usual.
With Conrad, I was always composed and gracious-a perfect lady.
But with Ernest, I found myself acting more like a whimsical girl.
Ernest sighed, stepping back to face me. "It bothers me, bearing you praise another m m man nonstop."
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