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 he

stepped inside, and in the next moment, he lifted me into his

his action made me feel even more so, and instinctively, my arms

the couch, quickly scanning the room before asking, "Where are your

I was

got up, went to my bedroom, and returned with my slippers to put them on my feet. Then, he asked, "Got a

like some water," I replied, changing

went to get me water, only to find

of getting me some water, he picked

ask where he was taking me; somehow, I

before going to get some water. He then came back with a thermometer, asking,

I wouldn't let it fall by holding my hand gently. "I can't

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

his presence, I just opened my shirt and tucked the thermometer under my arm. Ernest looked away until I

offered me the

miserably. The pill quickly turned soggy, its bitter