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 nervous or

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

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

are moving fast,"

Ernest said, placing me on a stone bench in

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

his other hand pressing on the swollen

hurts..."

he didn't let go, instead pressing on the ankle

before

so sure?"

answered for him, "Because

soldier turn one

internally, but Ernest stood up, saying, "Don't move.

arm and painkillers for

you."

when I noticed him in a tight black T-shirt with navy blue cargo pants,

happened?" Ethel seized the moment