No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 92



"Do we have any wipes at home?" he asked me again. "Or even a towel would work. I just need to wipe myself down."

He was holding one of my towels but seemed hesitant to use it on his own clothes.

"We've got some face wipes. They'll do the job if you wet them," I said, pulling out a couple for him.

He looked slightly puzzled at the face wipes, as if he had never seen them before.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Mr. Collins, don't tell me you've never seen these before?"

"Well, first time," he admitted with an endearing cluelessness.

Well, that made sense. He'd never been in a relationship, and without any women around, it was no wonder he was unfamiliar with face wipes, a novelty of the last few years.

"These are disposable, usually used for washing faces," I explained, dampening the wipes for him and handing them over.

Ernest started cleaning the dirt and grime off his body, and I noticed there was some on his back too. Naturally, I grabbed another wipe and started helping him clean it off.

The moment I touched him, I could feel Ernest stiffen slightly, but I pretended not to notice and continued wiping.

the back of his neck, and for some reason, it reminded me

name, snapping me back to reality. I realized the wipe in my

that should do it," I said, withdrawing

his neck, I couldn't help but ask, "Ernest, have you had that mole since you were

touched it lightly. "Yeah, since

the boy in my dream

for very long, so how could I dream of him as a child, let alone have him carry me

just a figment

but this

and real, especially since I had no idea Ernest had a mote on his neck

around and

headed

into Mrs.

She complimented Ernest, "Such a nice young man. Do come over more often, maybe

I was rolling my eyes. Mrs. Thompson definitely didn't hold back

just smiled and agreed.

a people-pleaser, always ready to help

he meant it. How could he

place might be old, but it's got a nice