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.

how I was getting a sweaty

us from the neighbors and passersby. Such interactions between a man and

back to the yard. As we entered,

fast," Ethel remarked with a twinkle

on a stone bench in the yard, squatting to remove my shoes and

were cold, and an unusual sensation spread from my sole when he enveloped my foot, making my toes

move," Ernest said, his other hand pressing on the swollen

that hurts..." I

instead pressing

checked other spots before concluding, "Looks

you be so sure?"

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

soldier turn one

internally, but Ernest stood up, saying, "Don't move. I'll

arm and painkillers for

you."

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

seized the moment