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."

skirt, a royal blue silk number that hugged my figure

was, the slit had ridden up, revealing a bit of my thigh, and it seemed Ernest had glimpsed more than he bargained

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

liable if we report this," Ernest pointed at the

earlier. It seemed my fall wasn't an

have that I did it? Did you

"I've asked around. People have seen you

eyes pleading yet fierce as

sure had a

compelled to do something. So, I hobbled over, leaning on the wall for support, and without making

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

sweetness in my voice gave me goosebumps. It was an unfamiliar

looked at me, his

next second, he lifted me into his arms. His ease in holding me, as if I was no heavier than a handbag,