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

could hear the sighs around us from the neighbors and passersby. Such interactions between a man and a woman were rare

entered, I saw

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

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

unusual sensation spread from my sole when he enveloped my foot, making my

other hand pressing on the swollen

that hurts..." I

pressing on the ankle bone. "Does

he checked other spots before concluding, "Looks like just

can you be so

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

being a soldier turn one

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

arm and painkillers for

you."

black T-shirt with navy

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