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.

mole on the back of his neck, and for some reason, it reminded me of a dream I had a dream about a boy with

in thought until Ernest called my name, snapping me back to reality. I realized the wipe in my

do it," I said, withdrawing my

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

"Yeah,

the boy in

long, so how could I dream of him as a child, let alone

just a

sure, but this

no idea Ernest had

good now, let's go," Ernest said, turning around and pulling me out of my

we headed downstairs,

Mrs.

"Such a nice young man. Do come over more often, maybe help us out

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

however, just smiled

a people-pleaser, always ready to

How

looked around the neighborhood. "This place might