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 was talking about

inside, and in the next

action made me feel even

the couch, quickly scanning the

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

sigh of resignation in his eyes, Ernest got up, went to my bedroom, and returned with my slippers to put them on my feet. Then, he asked, "Got a

like some water," I

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

picked me up again

me;

to get some

wouldn't let it fall by holding my hand gently. "I can't really do it for you. You'll have

some medicine, and if you're not

his presence, I just opened my shirt and tucked the thermometer under my arm. Ernest looked away until I was done, then fetched me a

take these," he offered me the medicine and

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