No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 45



I looked up, spotting Ernest's rugged, sharply contoured face.

Not only did he steady me, but he also caught the watermelon I was carrying.

The scene felt straight out of a TV show, meticulously crafted for the screen, yet here it was unfolding in real life.

He steadied me on my feet and let go, but the moment I tried to move, a piercing pain shot through my ankle.

I grabbed his arm. "It hurts..."

Following my gaze, he noticed my ankle turning red. "Sprained?"

Ernest was close, his deep voice sounding unusually sexy and pleasing.

I nodded, and the next second, he thrust the watermelon back into my hands and lifted me.

During all the years with Conrad, he never carried me like that. Ernest's sudden princess-style carry sent my heart racing, even causing my nose to sweat.

was how I was getting a sweaty nose

us from the neighbors and passersby. Such interactions between a man and a woman were rare in a small town like

the yard. As we entered, I saw Fat Jean holding a spatula, giving me an angry

here. You two are moving fast," Ethel remarked with a twinkle in her eye upon

stone bench in

spread from my sole when he enveloped my foot, making my toes

Ernest said, his other

that hurts..."

pressing on the ankle bone.

my head, and he checked other spots before concluding, "Looks like just a muscle

be so

me a look, and Ethel answered for him, "Because he's been a soldier and knows a

turn one into

but Ernest stood up, saying, "Don't

arm and painkillers for

you."

in a tight black T-shirt with navy blue cargo pants,

Ethel seized the moment to