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 sweaty nose

passersby. Such interactions between a

As we entered, I saw Fat Jean holding a spatula, giving me

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

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

cold, and an unusual sensation spread from my sole when he enveloped my foot, making my toes instinctively

Ernest said, his other hand pressing on the swollen

that hurts..." I

go, instead pressing on

other spots before concluding, "Looks like just a

so sure?"

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

soldier turn

up, saying, "Don't

arm and painkillers for

you."

with navy blue cargo pants, making him look like a secret agent from a TV

seized