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.

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

done is done, no

the only way to deal with Ernest.

to suppress it, the veins bulging on

soup's delivered, you can go now," I managed to

didn't move, nor

interrupted me, his voice

on the edge of breakdown, my body responding in

well. It was embarrassingly seductive. I quickly bit my lip,

I could be this way,

Ernest's Adam's apple bobbed

second, his hand was at the back of my head, pulling me against his chest, his husky voice

Uh?

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

Was he implying he wanted to

listen," his hand stroked my hair, keeping me still,

wearing a thin

and he was

flimsy