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.

me, but she also cautioned that men can't

is done, no

to stay calm because I knew it was the only way to deal with Ernest. I could tell he

he was trying hard to suppress it, the veins

I managed to say, barely catching my

move, nor did he

he interrupted me, his voice

felt on the edge of breakdown,

It was embarrassingly seductive. I quickly

imagined I could be this way, too

Ernest's Adam's apple bobbed

back of my head, pulling me against his chest, his husky voice right in

Uh?

voice was even lower, huskier, "I'm

he implying

keeping me

only wearing

and he was

flimsy