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 now I

what's done is done, no

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

was trying hard to suppress it, the veins bulging on his forehead were

now," I

nor

interrupted me,

breakdown, my body

was embarrassingly seductive. I quickly bit my lip,

I could be this way, too

Ernest's Adam's apple bobbed

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

Uh?

speak," his voice was even lower, huskier, "I'm afraid...

eyes widened. Was he implying he

stroked my hair, keeping me still,

only wearing a thin

he

The flimsy fabric