No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 195



The words I had uttered earlier hung heavy in the air, and I found myself momentarily breathless. I was about to stammer an explanation when Ernest, who had been half-kneeling by the sofa, got up and said, "Dinner's ready, come have something to eat."

It was only then that I realized how tightly I had been holding onto him. It turned out that in my dream, it wasn't my parents I was clinging to, but Ernest and I had even snapped at him.

Embarrassment made me let go, and as he raised his hand, I saw the deep marks I had left on the back of his hand.

Ernest walked away, and I got up from the sofa, feeling somewhat sticky. It seemed I had broken a sweat, and my fever had subsided.

“Put this on, don't catch a cold," Ernest said, bringing over a throw blanket.

I reached out to take it, but my hands, weakened from the fever, failed to grasp it.

Ernest ended up draping it over me. He then handed me a washcloth soaked in warm water to wipe my hands.

In that moment, I felt like a small child again, being taken care of by my parents when I was sick.

your own?" Ernest asked, setting a bowl of steaming porridge in front of

he were my boyfriend, I would have let him without hesitation. But he wasn't,

yes and tried to scoop a spoonful

steadied my hand, “Take your

first," I said, feeling

handing me a glass of water that was warm and sweet with honey. It was impossible not to feel touched, yet I couldn't bring myself

yet nutritious dinner: shrimp, salad, beef stew,

couldn't help but ask as

glanced at me, "What's there

bit embarrassed

things you've made

are things only someone close to me would know

action of serving food, then after a moment, said, "That's what a decent boyfriend

was over? Did

mood. Besides, he had taken

Ernest asked