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

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

his action made me feel even more so, and instinctively,

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

even realized I was barefoot, my mind elsewhere. Blinking,

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

I replied,

then went to get me water, only to find the

picked me up again and carried

where he was taking me; somehow, I felt no worry in

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

hand gently. "I can't really do it for

start with some medicine, and if you're not better,

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

these," he offered me the

quickly turned soggy, its bitter taste spreading