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.

manage on your own?" Ernest asked, setting a bowl of steaming porridge

me if I said I couldn't? If he were my boyfriend, I would have let him without hesitation. But he

mumbled a quiet yes and tried to scoop a spoonful

steadied my hand, “Take your

first," I said, feeling drained after

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

yet nutritious dinner: shrimp, salad, beef stew, and mushroom soup.

couldn't

me, "What's there to

bit embarrassed

the things

are things only someone close to me would know to

after a moment,

hadn't I said it was over? Did he not

in front of me, I didn't want to spoil the mood. Besides, he had taken

you?" Ernest asked