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 realize he was talking about

the next moment,

me feel even more so, and

me on the couch, quickly scanning the room

I was barefoot, my mind elsewhere. Blinking, I

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

I replied, changing the

to get me water, only to find the kettle

picked me up again

ask where he was taking me; somehow, I felt no

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

let it fall by holding my hand gently. "I can't really do it for

and if you're not better, I'll take you to

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

these," he offered me the medicine

pill, but failed miserably. The pill quickly turned soggy, its bitter taste spreading in my mouth until