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

as I was, the slit had ridden up, revealing a bit of my thigh,

cheeks warmed, but pride wouldn't let me lose face, so 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

if we report

slipped earlier. It seemed my fall wasn't an

proof do you have that I did it? Did you see me?" Fat Jean

around. People have seen

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

sure had a knack for

and without making a scene, I looped my arm through Ernest's, offering Fat Jean a smug smile, "Thanks

as I squeezed Ernest's muscled arm, impressed by its firmness. "Let's go. Cut

sweetness in my voice gave me goosebumps. It was

looked at

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