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?"

too dazed to even realize he was talking about

my confusion, Ernest stepped inside, and in the next moment, he lifted me into

light-headed, his action made me feel even

placed me on the couch, quickly scanning the room

realized I was

of resignation in his eyes, Ernest got up, went to my bedroom, and returned

some water," I replied, changing the

get me water, only

he picked me up again and carried

was taking me; somehow, I felt no

me into his room, placing me gently on the sofa before going to get some

hand gently. "I can't really do it

start with some medicine, and if you're not better, I'll take you to

without any regard for his presence, I just opened my shirt and tucked the thermometer

these," he offered me

but failed miserably. The pill quickly turned soggy, its bitter taste spreading in my mouth until couldn't bear