No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 90



I'm not sure why, but the complex lighting at the amusement park never gave me a headache. Yet now, I find myself tangled in a mess I don't want to deal with.

"You don't trust me?" he asked.

"It's not that, it's just..." My gaze landed on him, noticing his shirt was clearly stained and the hem of his jeans was damp.

Seeing him like this, I felt a twinge of guilt.

"I've got this, go on," he said, patting the top of my head. "Be good."

That touch sent a tingle through my scalp, a sensation so different from when Dustin had playfully tousled my hair not long ago.

This feeling was hard to pin down-it was warm and sweet, with a hint of tartness, like finally finding something I didn't even know I was missing.

I couldn't bear Ernest's gaze for long and scurried away as he asked, to fetch the items he needed. When I returned, I found Ernest mopping up a puddle in the hallway.

Entering the room, the floor that had been flooded was now spotless, as if untouched by water, and shone from a thorough cleaning.

was gone,

as if it had never been flooded, a lump formed in

won't have to worry about compensating anyone," Ernest

only was he capable, but he also paid attention to every detail. I was choked

fixing the plumbing, and there I was, just watching him work with the ease of someone tuning the lights on a stage. Leaning against the doorway, I

is," he replied, without

"What's that?"

back at me. "Giving

quickly retorted, "You don't have to give birth, as long as you can make someone else do it for

a problem," he

cheeks turning red from embarrassment. Our

added, "Ernest, anyone who marries you would be

then?" He always had a way

gaze, taking

before responding, "I'm too

you said,

you've never been in a relationship. You're

and walked to the balcony to tend to the