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.

cautioned that men can't resist a flirt. It was just

is done, no

only way to deal with Ernest. I could tell

suppress it, the

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

nor did he

me, his voice

on the edge of breakdown, my

My voice trembled as well. 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,

Uh?

lower, huskier, "I'm

eyes widened. Was he implying he

stroked my hair, keeping me still, yet he

was only wearing

he

flimsy fabric