No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 46



Not too long ago, Conrad had given me a foot rub, and while I felt touched then, it didn't stir the feelings I was experiencing.

I couldn't pin down the reason. Maybe it was the technique that differed.

As Ernest finished with my foot massage, Ethel's voice, laced with fury, pierced the air from outside, "Listen up, everyone! If you dare mess with my people, you'll have me, Ethel, to answer to. I'll make sure you feel the wrath..."

"What's going on?" I asked lightly.

Ernest gently lifted my foot from his lap and placed it on another stone bench, rising to his feet. Then, I noticed his cheeks were flushed.

I thought maybe he was just hot, but the words that followed told me otherwise.

He said, "Maybe wear less of those skirts around here."

down at my skirt, a royal blue silk number that

I was, the slit had ridden up, revealing a bit of my thigh, and it seemed Ernest had glimpsed

Adam's apple bobbed quickly twice, and then, with long strides, he left the yard. Ethel's scolding ceased shortly after. Curious about the commotion outside, I hopped to the door and saw

we report this," Ernest pointed

was where I'd slipped earlier. It seemed my fall wasn't an accident but

have that I did it?

"I've asked around. People have seen you pouring oil

eyes pleading yet fierce as

sure had a

Ethel and Ernest standing up for me, I felt compelled to do something. So, I hobbled over, leaning on the wall for support, and without making a scene, I looped my arm through Ernest's, offering Fat Jean a smug smile, "Thanks for this drama. It showed me how great

by its firmness. "Let's

gave me goosebumps. It was an unfamiliar tactic on my part, never used on

looked at me,

and the next second, he lifted me into his arms. His ease in holding me, as if I was no heavier than a handbag, left me