No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 74



"Yeah." With that word, Ernest ended the call.

He was the man of the hour, the key figure in the lighting test, someone I couldn't afford to upset. So, I threw a jacket over my pajamas and knocked on his door. Ernest opened it, his gaze immediately landing on my still-damp hair, causing a noticeable swallow.

"Still hurts?" he asked.

I blinked, puzzled for a moment. "Sorry?"

His eyes dropped to my waist, and I instantly got it.

For some reason, my heart skipped a beat. "Oh, no, it's fine."

"Just a sec," he said and turned away, leaving me at the doorway.

I saw his laptop on the table through the open door, realizing he had been working while I was showering. His work ethic was quite impressive.

Ernest returned, his tall frame blocking everything behind him as I shifted my focus to him. He was still in the same clothes but with his T-shirt tucked in, making his legs look longer. He could easily pass for a runway model.

It wasn't hard to see why Deborah got so enchanted. After all, isn't beauty universally admired?

and reducing bruises," Ernest handed me a small bottle,

I took it. "Thanks."

worse, see

showed me concern.

when he continued, "I don't want anyone's health

was speechless to hear

me. It was just that he

but smiled, "Don't worry, Mr. Collins. I'm as keen as you are to

have to deal with him anymore. And, I could report to Conrad and keep

the ointment

room, I tossed the ointment onto the bed

out

a fluffy

jumping

bed like a

the heck is this? It

this come from?

else?" I grabbed

you hurt?" Deborah's question