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 handed me a small bottle, a

I took it. "Thanks."

it gets worse, see a

and showed me concern. Was

barely crossed my mind when he continued, "I

speechless to

It was just that he didn't

internally at my wishful thinking but smiled, "Don't worry, Mr. Collins. I'm as keen as you are to wrap this

I wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. And, I could report to Conrad

I waved the ointment at him before turning

tossed the ointment onto the bed and sighed. For some

out of

in a

jumping

bed

to yelp, "What the heck is this? It

examined the ointment. "Where'd this come

else?" I grabbed it

do you have this? Are you hurt?" Deborah's

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