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 should drink some warm water. If your temperature drops,

forehead, his voice

a lighter, followed by the smell of

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

method; my dad had used it on me when I was a

frightening, having to rub your

right. Just when I thought he was done,

pulled away, refusing, "No

so

strip me down, and

me touching

words caught

words made it clear:

option then, so I closed my eyes,

hands rubbing the soles of my feet felt ticklish, a

brought

parents were stil around warming my heart yet filling it with sadness, drawing tears down my

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

retreating figure, "Did you know