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

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

carried me back to the yard. As we entered, I saw Fat Jean holding a spatula, giving

we have here. You two are moving fast," Ethel remarked

in the yard, squatting to remove my shoes and

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

other hand

hurts..."

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

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

can you be so sure?" I blurted

Ethel answered for him, "Because

turn one into

but Ernest stood up, saying,

arm and painkillers for

you."

a tight black T-shirt with navy blue cargo

happened?" Ethel seized the