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?

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

I took it. "Thanks."

worse, see a

showed me concern.

mind when he continued, "I don't

was speechless to hear

just that

but smiled, "Don't worry, Mr. Collins.

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

I waved the ointment at him before turning

tossed the ointment onto the bed and sighed. For some

came out of

in a

jumping

bed like a

to yelp, "What the heck is this? It

this come

else?" I grabbed it

Are you hurt?" Deborah's question made me