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.

drink some warm water. If your temperature drops, we won't

placed the towel with ice on my forehead, his voice soft, "Close your eyes and

the flick of a lighter,

hand, a sudden

my dad had used it on me

frightening, having to rub your hands

rubbed my left hand, then my right. Just

instinctively pulled away, refusing, "No

usually so

me down, and now

me touching your

caught

like just shutting down, tuning everything out. Yet, his words made

the best option then, so I closed my eyes,

felt

Ernest brought

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

-Π

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

retreating