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

passersby. Such interactions between a man and a woman

Ernest carried me back to the yard. As we entered, I saw Fat Jean

two are moving fast," Ethel remarked with a

placing me on a stone bench in

from my sole when he enveloped my foot,

move," Ernest said, his other hand pressing

hurts..."

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

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

can you be so sure?" I

him, "Because he's been a soldier and knows

turn one into

scoffed internally, but Ernest stood up,

arm and painkillers for

you."

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

seized the moment to