No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



But I wasn't feeling as carefree. Instead, I put on a thoughtful expression.

Henrik pointed to a nearby bench, "Come, sit down and take your time to think."

What he didn't know was that I didn't need time. I had already made up my mind about what condition to set.

Henrik sat down, his white jeans-clad long legs crossed, leisurely sipping his wine, exuding a calm and serene vibe.

I must admit, the man was a sight for sore eyes, especially those deep-set eyes of his, like two dark pools ready to draw you in at any moment.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I found myself avoiding his gaze, instead focusing on a corner of the pool table, "I want you to promise that after this game, you'll never bother... Jefferson."

In the world of pool today, there's no one better than Jefferson.

If Henrik and his people wanted to play dirty to make money, they wouldn't stop at making Jefferson play just once. They would definitely try to make him work for them.

Knowing Jefferson as I do, he might as well cut off his own arm if it came to that.

Henrik raised an eyebrow at my words. Seeing his reaction, I quickly added, “You said yourself, if I win, you'd agree to any condition I set." Henrik swirled his wine glass, "Don't be nervous. I'm not going back on my word. It's just that there's something you should know."

"And here I thought you guys were unreliable," I scoffed, angrily throwing down my cue stick and turning away.

Henrik's voice followed me, "Bringing you here, I intended to use you against two people."

His words made me halt. I turned to face him, "Who? You're not doing this just because of Brown's mess, are you?"

I hadn't used my condition to ask for Brown and his fans to back off. That was because I didn't want to waste this opportunity to save Jefferson.

But not mentioning it didn't mean I would let Henrik be unaware of it.

Henrik had no intention of harming me, which meant he wouldn't let others harm me either. Why he was protecting me, I didn't know.

As long as I was safe, the reasons could wait.

"With me, no one dares touch you," Henrik said, sipping his red wine.

I quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

That was exactly what I wanted to hear. Yet, I pretended to be unimpressed, "So, who are you saving me for? Jefferson and...?"

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"Ernest," Henrik finished for me.

I wasn't surprised by his answer, but I understood what he was implying now.

My breath hitched as he looked at me with a faint smile, "Little lady, you have this one chance. You chose to use it to save Jefferson, so the other one will have to..."

Henrik stood up, walked over to me, and made a throat-slitting gesture. He was threatening Ernest!

A shiver ran down my spine, my legs nearly giving out from under me.

Henrik looked at me with a smile, even leaning in slightly, "I'm giving you a chance to reconsider, to change your request. Have you thought it through?"

I didn't want to meet his eyes, but now I had no choice but to look directly into those deep pools, and I saw determination and a hint of ruthlessness. This was the first time I saw such a terrifying side of him, sending shivers down my spine.

He wasn't just trying to scare me.

But should I reconsider?

If I changed my request, Ernest would be safe, but then Jefferson would be in danger.

My heart felt like it was boiling, but after a brief moment of hesitation, I firmly said, "No change."

Henrik's eyes narrowed for a moment before he chuckled, "You hate Ernest that much?"

My throat tightened under Henrik's

scrutinizing gaze. I forcefully said, "He dumped me and then

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immediately started seeing someone else. Shouldn't I hate And when I was in danger, what did he-do? He didn't care about me at alb Why should I care if he lives or dies?"