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.

then you should drink some warm water. If your temperature drops, we won't bother

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

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

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

used it on me

having to rub your hands together with

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

instinctively pulled away, refusing, "No

so brave, even

strip me down, and

touching your

words caught

Yet, his words made it clear: he

the best option then, so I closed my

my feet felt ticklish, a warmth that pierced

brought

heart yet filling it with sadness,

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porridge. Have some when you wake up," Ernest said, getting

at his retreating figure, "Did you know me