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.

a sweaty nose when

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

entered, I saw Fat Jean holding a spatula, giving me an angry

look what we have here. You two are moving fast," Ethel remarked with a

Ernest said, placing me on a stone bench in

from my sole when he

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

that hurts..."

let go, instead pressing on the ankle

he checked other spots before concluding, "Looks like just a muscle strain, no

you be so sure?"

for him, "Because he's been a

a soldier turn

internally, but Ernest stood up, saying,

arm and painkillers for

you."

when I noticed him in a tight black T-shirt with navy blue cargo pants, making him look like a secret agent from a

seized the moment