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?"

too dazed to even realize

inside, and in the next moment, he lifted

made me feel even more so, and instinctively,

scanning the

hadn't even realized I was barefoot,

got up, went to my bedroom, and returned with my

like some water," I

aback, then went to get

picked me up again and

me; somehow, I felt no worry in

get some water. He then

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

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

response. Then, without any regard for his presence, I just opened my shirt and tucked the thermometer under

he offered

swallow the pill, but failed miserably. The pill quickly turned soggy, its bitter taste spreading in my mouth