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.

men can't resist a flirt. It was just a spur-of-the-moment decision, and

done, no use in

it was the only way to deal with Ernest. I could tell

it, the veins bulging on

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

didn't move, nor

interrupted me, his voice

entire being felt on the edge of breakdown, my body responding in ways

trembled as well. It was embarrassingly seductive. I quickly bit my lip, afraid to make another

could be this way, too

Ernest's Adam's apple bobbed

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

Uh?

lower, huskier, "I'm afraid... I won't be

widened. Was he implying he

hair, keeping me still, yet he moved closer,

wearing a

and he was

The flimsy