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.

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

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

told, but soon I heard the flick of a

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

had used it on me when

was a bit frightening, having to rub your

right. Just when I thought he

pulled away, refusing,

usually so

me down, and

touching your

caught

Yet, his words made it clear: he remembered everything just as vividly as

so I closed my eyes, ignoring

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

Ernest brought back

when my parents were stil around warming my heart yet filling it

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Have some

I looked at his retreating