No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 193



It was Ernest!

He was at the door, one hand turning the knob while the other carried a bag full of spinach.

Maybe the sound of the door opening startled him; he turned, eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of me.

I stood there, almost soulless, just staring at him without uttering a word.

"Something up?" Ernest asked, snapping me back to reality. I shook my head in response.

"You sick?" he asked, setting down the bag and stepping closer.

Still halfway between sleep and wakefulness, my mouth felt too heavy to open, so I shook my head again.

A cool touch on my forehead, Ernest's hand checking my temperature, followed by his slightly stern voice, "You got a fever?"

dazed to even realize he was talking about

my confusion, Ernest stepped inside, and in the next

me feel even more

me on the couch, quickly scanning

I was barefoot, my

and returned with my slippers to put them on my

I replied, changing the

taken aback, then went to get

picked

didn't ask where he was taking me; somehow,

his room, placing me gently on the sofa before going to get some water.

fall by holding my hand gently. "I can't really do it for you. You'll have to place it under your

some medicine, and if you're not better, I'll take you to the hospital." "Try taking your temperature first!" he reminded me

my shirt and tucked the thermometer under my arm. Ernest looked away until I was done, then fetched me a

offered me the medicine and

failed miserably. The pill quickly turned soggy,