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?

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

I took it. "Thanks."

it gets worse, see a

showed

barely crossed my mind when he continued, "I don't want anyone's health issues to delay

was speechless to

me. It was just that he didn't want

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

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

I waved the ointment at him before turning

bed

out of the

in a

jumping

bed

yelp, "What the heck is this?

this

else?" I grabbed it

this? Are you hurt?" Deborah's question made me