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?"

even

the next moment, he

already light-headed, his action made me feel even more so, and instinctively, my arms wrapped around

couch, quickly scanning the room

him mentioning it, I hadn't even realized I was barefoot, my mind elsewhere. Blinking, I still didn't

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

water," I replied,

then went to get me water, only

me some water, he picked me up again and

taking me; somehow, I felt no worry in his

carried me into his room, placing me gently on the sofa before going to get some water. He

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 to

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!"

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

offered

pill quickly turned soggy, its bitter taste spreading in my mouth until couldn't