No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 169



Holding hands, hugging, kissing - we had a weird little pay-per-action deal, that guy I was set up with and I.

Now, as Ernest spilled the beans, it was clear he knew about it.

Looks like he had more than just a physical showdown with that blind date guy after that night. Thing is, he never mentioned a word of it to me.

What's with this Ernest, really?

But instead of a kiss, he grabbed my hand, and we bolted through the crowd, running like there was no tomorrow...

It was my first taste of sprinting through a bustling crowd, surrounded by bewildered stares. They couldn't fathom why Ernest and I were running, yet parted ways to let us through.

So there we were, dashing down the lively streets, with people stepping aside, and Ernest pulling me along. Every now and then, he'd glance at me, making it feel like a scene straight out of a movie.

The wind was messing up my hair while I watched Ernest lead the way. Kinda had the feeling we were running off to get hitched or something.

It wasn't until I was panting for air that Ernest finally slowed down and we came to a stop.

Breathing heavily, we stood there, still holding hands, and my heart was racing like never before.

rush from our sprint, sure, but also the thrill of

said a word until our breathing

and I noticed his Adam's apple bob as he

us was charged

nervously, I broke the silence, "So...

Ernest quipped, sending my cheeks into a blaze of

was speechless, trying to pull my hand away, but Ernest held firm. In a mix of irritation and embarrassment,

winced, releasing my hand, and I made a

out, heating my cheeks even

want that," Ernest

following me. When my

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treat him,

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say. Instead, I asked Ernest, "Which one do

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