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 hugged my figure and sported a daring

of my

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

we

slipped earlier. It seemed my fall wasn't an

did it? Did you see me?" Fat Jean

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

her eyes pleading yet fierce as she spat, "She

had a knack for

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

Ernest's muscled arm, impressed by its firmness. "Let's go.

gave me goosebumps. It was

at

the next second, he lifted me into his arms. His ease in holding me, as if