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.

getting a

passersby. Such interactions between a man and a woman were rare in a small town like

yard. As we entered, I saw Fat Jean

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

Ernest said, placing me on a stone bench in the

hands were cold, and an unusual sensation spread from my

Ernest said, his other hand pressing on

hurts..." I

he didn't let go, instead pressing on the ankle bone. "Does this

before concluding, "Looks like just a

you be so sure?" I blurted

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

being a soldier turn

up, saying, "Don't move. I'll

arm and painkillers for

you."

strode off, and that's when I noticed him in a tight black T-shirt with navy blue cargo

seized the