No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 194



Ever since my parents passed away, I never complained about the bitterness of medicine again. Without them, there was no more rock sugar to sweeten the deal for me. I hadn't tasted rock sugar since.

"It's really sweet," Ernest whispered, lifting a piece of rock sugar to my lips as if to tempt me.

Reluctantly, I opened my mouth, but as the sugar touched my tongue, tears welled up in my eyes and spilled over.

"Why are you crying now?" He cleaned my tears with his hands.

His words only made my heart heavier, my tears harder to stop.

Ernest couldn't keep up, eventually taking the glass from my hand and squeezing my hand gently, "If the medicine's too bitter, we'll skip it."

He walked away, and I buried my face in my palms...

After crying for a while, I felt much better. The thermometer tucked under my arm beeped, signaling it was done.

I checked it: 101.2°F. Definitely a fever.

Ernest reappeared, holding a towel, seemingly wrapping something inside.

use some ice to cool you down first, then you should drink some warm water. If your temperature drops, we won't bother with the medicine," Ernest said, supporting my

forehead, his voice soft, "Close your eyes

I heard the flick of a lighter, followed by the smell of

was rubbing my hand, a sudden heat that made me flinch. "I'm using alcohol to

knew this method; my dad had used it on me when I was

was a bit frightening, having to

my right. Just when I thought he was done, he wrapped his

pulled away, refusing, "No

usually so brave,

down, and

me touching your

caught

just shutting down, tuning everything out. Yet, his words made it clear: he remembered everything just as vividly as I

so I closed my

felt ticklish, a warmth that pierced straight

brought

yet filling

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some porridge. Have some when

I looked at his retreating figure, "Did you know me