No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 245



My heart was racing, thumping wildly against my chest.

It was I who had taken the initiative, flirting with him to test the waters. But when he actually responded, I chickened out.

I was breathing heavily, "Ernest, you...."

He took a step closer, cutting off my words and instinctively, I stepped back, trying to escape.

This dance of advance and retreat allowed him to successfully make his way from the doorstep into the house, cornering me against the coat rack. And there we were, both of us holding onto a bowl of chicken soup.

It was impressive, really, how amidst our tug-of-war, not a single drop of the soup was spilled.

My heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest...

Ernest remained silent, merely standing close, staring at me.

I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze, regretting deep inside why I even thought of provoking him.

who pushed me, but she also cautioned that men can't resist a flirt. It was just a spur-of-the-moment

done, no

the only way to deal with Ernest. I

he was trying hard to suppress it, the veins bulging

delivered, you can go now," I managed to say, barely catching

didn't move, nor did he

me, his voice

edge of breakdown, my body responding in ways I couldn't

as well. It was embarrassingly seductive. I quickly bit

be this way, too embarrassing

Ernest's Adam's apple bobbed

his hand was at the back of my head, pulling

Uh?

was even lower, huskier, "I'm afraid... I won't be able to

widened. Was he implying he wanted

stroked my hair, keeping

wearing a

he was

The flimsy