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?"

to even

Ernest stepped inside, and in the

feel even more so, and instinctively,

the couch, quickly scanning the room before asking,

realized I was barefoot, my mind

returned with my slippers to put them on my feet.

I

went to get me water, only to find the

he picked me up again and carried

me; somehow, I felt no worry

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

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

get you some water. We'll start with some medicine, and if you're not better,

tucked the thermometer under my arm. Ernest looked away until I was done, then fetched

these," he offered

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