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.

the door. These might be a better

didn't bother explaining my earlier comment; it

pants, no tie, with the top two buttons undone -

I realized how 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

shook my head, "No, you look great as

the clothes in his wardrobe, while I.

up two-thirds of the room, was made so

with the clothes, announced, "We

I couldn't resist commenting, "Ernest, do

He looked puzzled.

towards his bed, "You're not in the military anymore. Why bother making your bed so precisely? Seems like a lot of effort for nothing." "It's just a habit," he replied

how hard it is to break