No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 143



The echo of my voice faded into nothingness, leaving a chill that crawled up my spine.

But retreating wasn't an option. I had to muster all the courage and shout, "Who's there, for heaven's sake?"

"It's me!" came the reply, followed by footsteps and an explanation, "I was the guy you met at the coffee shop this evening."

Him? Of all people? I couldn't believe he decided to follow me home after our brief encounter. The thought was more unsettling than comforting. The hallway was pitch dark, save for the sliver of moonlight sneaking through the window, barely illuminating anything beyond a few steps ahead.

I hadn't seen his face yet, as he hadn't reached the top of the stairs. Clutching my keys tightly, ready to strike any moment, I demanded, "Why are you following me?"

"Please don't get me wrong. I meant no harm. I wanted to make sure you got home safely. It's not safe for a lady to walk alone at night," he said as he finally came into view.

made me scoff. How was scaring me half to death supposed to make me feel safe? We had only met once. I hadn't agreed to anything. His insistence on 'protecting' me was absurd. But since he knew where I lived, antagonizing him seemed a bad

him."Thanks for the concern, but I'm home

of the stairwell. "I'm thirsty. Could I get a glass of

more evident with such a terrible excuse. I tightened my grip on my keys and flatly refused, "It's too late for that. Sorry." He stepped closer. "Come on, we're about to date, aren't we? What's the big

inside me

it be?"

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of wind brushed my cheek, followed by a loud thud. As i struck by some invisible force, the guy was hurled against the wall, bouncing off before crashing face-first down the stairs. The sequence of his fall

around, a familiar voice rang in my ear. "So, you went on

It was Ernest.

man crumpled on the stairs, "Get lost, or I'm calling the

beaten up,

at me one last time before Ernest's large hand shielded my view his voice

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