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 to lie

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

soon I heard the flick of a

warmth spread in my palm; Ernest was rubbing my hand, a sudden heat that made me

had used it on me when I was

having to rub

stayed still as he rubbed my left hand, then my right. Just when

instinctively pulled away, refusing, "No

usually so

strip me down,

me touching your

words caught me

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

then, so I closed

the soles of my feet felt ticklish,

Ernest brought back

heart yet filling it with

-Π

porridge. Have some when you

I looked at his retreating