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."

my skirt, a royal blue silk number that hugged my figure and sported a

slit had ridden up, revealing a bit of my thigh, and it seemed Ernest

strides, he left the yard. Ethel's scolding ceased shortly after. Curious about the commotion outside, I

is deliberate harm. You'll be legally liable if we report this," Ernest pointed

my fall wasn't an accident but a

did it? Did you

People

eyes pleading yet fierce as she

had a knack for

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

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

was an unfamiliar tactic on my part, never used

at me, his

arms. His ease in holding me, as if I was no heavier than