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

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

light-headed, his action made me feel even more so,

couch, quickly scanning the room before

I was

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

some water," I

to get me water, only to

water, he picked me up again

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

his room, placing me gently on the sofa before going to get some water. He then came back with a

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

get you some 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!" he reminded me when I didn't

any regard for his presence, I just opened my shirt and tucked the thermometer under my arm.

take these," he offered me the medicine and

attempting to swallow the pill, but failed miserably. The pill quickly turned soggy,