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.

your temperature drops, we

forehead, his

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

sudden heat that made me flinch. "I'm using alcohol to bring down

dad had used it on me when

to rub your

hand, then my right. Just when I thought he was done,

instinctively pulled away, refusing,

so brave, even

strip me down, and now

touching your

caught me

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

then, so I closed my eyes, ignoring

soles of my feet felt ticklish, a warmth that pierced straight to

brought back

my heart yet filling it with sadness, drawing tears down my cheeks

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for a bit. I made some porridge. Have some when you wake up," Ernest said, getting up to

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