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 was talking

confusion, Ernest stepped inside, and in the next moment, he

his action made me feel even

scanning the room before asking, "Where are your

realized I was barefoot, my mind elsewhere. Blinking, I still didn't

my bedroom, and returned with my slippers to put them on my feet.

like some water," I replied, changing the

then went to get me water, only to

water, he picked

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

going to get some water. He then came back with a thermometer, asking, "Know how to use

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

with some medicine, and if you're not better, I'll take you to the hospital."

thermometer under my arm. Ernest looked away

take these," he offered me the medicine

attempting to swallow the pill, but failed miserably. The pill quickly turned soggy, its bitter taste spreading in my