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?

great for promoting circulation and reducing bruises," Ernest

I took it. "Thanks."

see a

the ointment and showed me

thought had barely crossed my mind when he continued,

was speechless to hear

just that

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

him anymore.

waved the ointment at him

ointment onto the bed and sighed. For some

out of the

in a

jumping

bed like

the heck

the ointment. "Where'd this come from? Is

I

Are you hurt?" Deborah's question made me want to