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

the next moment,

even more so, and

me on the couch, quickly scanning the room before

him mentioning it, I hadn't even realized I was barefoot,

to my bedroom, and returned with my slippers to put

some water," I replied, changing the

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

of getting me some water, he picked

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

going to get some water. He then came back

placed the thermometer in my 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 place it under your arm,"

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

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

offered me the medicine

took them, attempting to swallow the pill, but failed miserably. The pill quickly turned soggy, its