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.

I was gone, he hadn't been

home as if it had never been flooded,

won't have

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

the ease of someone tuning the lights on a stage. Leaning against

he replied, without

"What's that?"

back at me. "Giving

to give birth, as long

problem," he

my cheeks turning red from embarrassment. Our chat had suddenly gotten

the awkwardness, I added, "Ernest, anyone who marries you would

always had a way of catching

gaze, taking a

before responding, "I'm too

Like you

never been in a relationship. You're too pure; I don't

didn't respond, and after a moment, I turned away and walked to the balcony to tend to the