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.

water. If your temperature drops, we won't bother with the medicine," Ernest said, supporting my legs

ice on my forehead, his voice soft, "Close your eyes and rest a

the flick of a lighter, followed by the smell of alcohol burning in the

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

my dad had used it on

frightening, having to rub your

left hand, then my right. Just when I thought he was done, he wrapped his hands

instinctively pulled away,

so brave,

me down,

touching your

caught me

everything out. Yet, his words made it clear: he remembered everything

best option then, so I closed

feet felt ticklish,

brought

my heart yet filling it with sadness, drawing

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a bit. I made some porridge. Have some when you wake up," Ernest

I looked at his retreating figure, "Did you