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?"

even realize he was

the

light-headed, his action made me feel even more so, and instinctively, my arms wrapped

on the couch, quickly scanning the room

hadn't even realized I was

and returned with my slippers to put them on

some water," I replied, changing

taken aback, then went to get me water,

me some water, he picked me

was taking me; somehow, I felt no worry in

on the sofa before going to get some water. He then came back with a thermometer, asking, "Know how to

the thermometer in my hand, making. sure I wouldn't let it fall by holding my hand gently. "I can't really do it for you. You'll have to place it under your arm," he explained slowly,

water. We'll start with some medicine, and if you're not better, I'll take you to the hospital." "Try taking your

shirt and tucked the thermometer under my arm. Ernest looked away until I

these," he offered me the medicine and

pill, but failed miserably. The pill quickly turned soggy, its bitter