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?"

to even realize he

stepped inside, and in the next

made me feel even more so, and

quickly scanning the room

was barefoot, my mind

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

some water," I

slightly taken aback, then went to get me water, only to find the

of getting me some water, he picked me

where he was taking me; somehow, I felt no worry in

gently on the sofa before going to get some water. He then

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

he added, "I'll get you some water. We'll start with some medicine, and if you're not better, I'll

for his presence, I just opened my shirt and tucked the thermometer under my arm. Ernest looked away until I was done, then fetched me a glass of water

take these," he offered me

quickly turned soggy,