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

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

already light-headed, his action made me feel even more so,

me on the couch, quickly scanning the room before asking, "Where

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

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

some water," I

then went to get me water, only to find the kettle

of getting me some water, he picked me up

was taking me; somehow, I felt no worry

the sofa before going to get some water. He then came back with a

thermometer in my hand, making. sure I wouldn't let it fall by holding my hand gently. "I can't

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

Then, without any regard for 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 glass of water and

these," he offered

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