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

he were my boyfriend, I would have let

to scoop a spoonful to show him I

my hand, “Take

said, feeling drained after

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

beef stew, and mushroom soup. All

me?" I couldn't help but ask

there to

bit embarrassed

things you've

are things only someone close to me would

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

I said it was

Besides, he had taken such good care of

you?" Ernest asked towards the end of