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?"

dazed to even realize he was talking

in the next moment, he lifted me into

feel even

quickly scanning the room before asking, "Where

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

got up, went to my bedroom, and returned with my slippers to put them on my feet. Then,

water," I

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

he picked me up again

he was taking me; somehow, I felt

gently on the sofa before going to get some water. He

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," he explained slowly,

"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." "Try taking your temperature first!" he reminded

response. Then, without any regard for his presence, I just opened my shirt and tucked the thermometer under my arm. Ernest looked

these," he offered

turned soggy, its bitter taste spreading in my mouth until couldn't bear it