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

and in the next moment, he lifted me into

action made me feel even

on the couch, quickly scanning the room before asking, "Where

realized I was barefoot, my mind elsewhere. Blinking,

in his eyes, Ernest got up, went to my bedroom, and returned with my slippers

I

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

of getting me some water, he picked me

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

the sofa before going to get

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,"

"I'll 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

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

offered

quickly turned soggy, its bitter taste