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?"

was too dazed to even realize he

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

even more so,

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

was barefoot, my mind elsewhere. Blinking,

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

I replied, changing

to get me water, only to find the

water, he picked me up again and carried

didn't ask where he was taking me; somehow, I

his room, placing me gently on the sofa before going to get some water. He then came back with a thermometer, asking, "Know how to use

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," he explained slowly, making

he added, "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."

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

offered me the

but failed miserably. The pill quickly turned soggy, its bitter taste spreading in my mouth until couldn't bear it and