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."

royal blue silk number that hugged my figure and sported a

revealing a bit of

I feigned indifference and asked, "Does my skirt bother you that much?" Ernest's 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 Ernest with his

we report this," Ernest

It seemed my fall

have that I did it? Did

interrupted, "I've asked around. People have

fell silent, her eyes pleading yet fierce as she spat, "She shouldn't have

had a knack for framing

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

pale as I squeezed Ernest's muscled arm, impressed by its firmness. "Let's go. Cut me a slice of watermelon,

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

at me,

lifted me into his arms. His ease in holding