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

bit of my thigh, and it seemed

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

if we report this,"

earlier. It seemed my fall wasn't an accident but

I did it? Did you

around. People have seen

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

Jean sure had a knack

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,

impressed by its

in my voice gave me goosebumps. It was an unfamiliar tactic on my part,

looked at

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