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 sweaty nose

neighbors and passersby. Such interactions between a man and a woman were rare in a small town

we entered, I saw

are moving fast," Ethel remarked with

bench in the yard, squatting to remove my shoes and hold

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

his other hand

hurts..." I

didn't let go, instead pressing

checked other spots before concluding, "Looks like

can you be so sure?" I blurted

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

a soldier turn one into a

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

arm and painkillers for

you."

that's when I noticed him in a tight black T-shirt with navy blue cargo pants, making him look like a secret

Ethel seized the