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 when

Such interactions between a man and

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

are moving fast," Ethel remarked with a

bench in the yard, squatting to remove my shoes

from my sole when he

other

that hurts..."

pressing

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

so sure?" I

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

turn one into a

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

arm and painkillers for

you."

in a tight black T-shirt with navy blue cargo pants, making

seized the moment to