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.

was scaring me half to death supposed to make me feel safe? We had only met once. I hadn't agreed to anything.

but firm, I attempted to reason with him."Thanks

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

couldn't be more evident with such a terrible excuse. I tightened my grip on my keys and flatly refused,

closer, the fear inside me peaked.

How hard can it be?" He

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lunged at him with my keys. Before I could reach him, a gust 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

familiar voice rang in my ear.

It was Ernest.

the stairs, "Get lost, or I'm calling the cops for harassment

beaten up, the

hand shielded my view his voice stern, "Want

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