No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 161



I never imagined I'd catch Ernest just out of the shower.

You know, the classic just-a-towel-wrapped-around-the-waist scene, revealing just enough to get the imagination racing. Ernest froze too, clearly not anticipating my sudden intrusion. I could even see his tan skin flush a deep shade of red.

For a moment, we just stood there, locked in a silent stand-off, as if time itself had paused. It wasn't until Ernest regained his composure and retreated to his bedroom that I managed to move, swallowing hard, suddenly aware of the heat in my cheeks.

As I watched Ernest's bedroom door close, knowing he was getting dressed, I blurted out, "Ernest, hold off on getting dressed for a sec, wait for me."

The moment the words left my mouth, I realized how they must've sounded. I asked him to stay undressed and wait for me... In any other context, my words would've been fine, but here and now? I'd basically dropped a bomb.

If there was a hole to crawl into, I would've jumped right in. But it was too late for regrets. I quickly picked up the clothes I bought for him and went back to his room, knocking softly.

got you some clothes. They're by the door. These might be a better fit for

comment; it would only

undone - formal, yet effortlessly cool. This was the first time I'd seen him like this. I'd always thought his darker complexion wouldn't suit such attire, hence the more casual options I'd picked out for

off my judgment had been. He had this understated, luxurious vibe about him that left me speechless. His fingertips brushed against mine as he took the

head, "No, you look great

time." With a natural ease, he stored the clothes in his wardrobe,

offer much space, and his bed, taking up two-thirds of the

the clothes, announced, "We can go

I couldn't resist commenting, "Ernest, do you

He looked puzzled.

gestured towards his bed, "You're not in the military anymore. Why bother making your bed so precisely? Seems like

well how hard it is to break free from certain routines. He didn't deny it, merely suggesting