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.

one who pushed me, but she also cautioned that men can't resist

done, no use in

only way to deal with Ernest. I could tell he was also

the veins

you can go now," I managed to

didn't move, nor did

he interrupted me, his voice

edge of breakdown, my body

It was embarrassingly seductive. I quickly bit my lip, afraid to make

never imagined I could be this way,

Ernest's Adam's apple bobbed

second, his hand was at the back of my head,

Uh?

speak," his voice was even lower, huskier, "I'm afraid... I won't

Was he implying he wanted to

keeping me still, yet he moved closer, holding

wearing

and he

The flimsy fabric