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.

They're by the door. These

explaining my earlier comment; it would

and there stood Ernest, impeccably dressed. White shirt, black dress pants, no tie, with the top two buttons undone - formal, yet effortlessly cool. This was

luxurious vibe about him that left me speechless. His fingertips brushed against mine as he took the

head, "No, you look

wear what you picked out next time." With a natural ease, he stored the clothes in his wardrobe, while I. stood frozen at the doorway,

bed, taking up two-thirds of the room, was made so perfectly it demanded

clothes, announced, "We can

commenting, "Ernest, do you

He looked puzzled.

so precisely? Seems like a lot of effort for nothing."

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