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 nose

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

me back to the yard. As we entered, I saw Fat Jean holding a spatula,

You two are moving fast,"

hurt," Ernest said, placing me on a stone bench in the yard, squatting to remove my shoes and hold my

from my sole

said, his other hand pressing

hurts..." I

let go, instead pressing on the ankle bone. "Does

other spots before concluding, "Looks like just a

so

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

being a soldier turn one

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

arm and painkillers for

you."

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