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.

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

let him without hesitation. But he wasn't, and the awkwardness of my

scoop a spoonful to show him I could manage,

steadied my hand, “Take your

said, feeling drained after sweating

with honey. It was impossible not to feel touched, yet I

salad, beef

investigating me?" I couldn't help but ask as I enjoyed

at me, "What's there to

a bit embarrassed

things

honey water are things only someone close to me

food, then after

it was over? Did he not

Besides, he had taken such good care of me... So, I stayed

bothering you?" Ernest asked towards the end of