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.

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

is done, no use in regretting

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

trying hard to suppress it, the

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

nor did

he interrupted me,

on the edge of breakdown, my body

seductive. I quickly bit

never imagined I could be

Ernest's Adam's apple bobbed

gaze, and the next second, his hand was at the back of my head,

Uh?

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

implying

just listen," his hand stroked my hair, keeping me still, yet he moved

wearing

he was

The flimsy fabric