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.

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

done, no use

myself to stay calm because I knew it was the only way

the veins bulging on his forehead were proof

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

didn't move, nor

he interrupted me, his voice

edge of breakdown, my body

voice trembled as well. It was embarrassingly seductive. I quickly bit my lip, afraid

I could be this way, too embarrassing

Ernest's Adam's apple bobbed

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

Uh?

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

eyes widened. Was he implying he wanted

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

was only wearing a thin

and he

flimsy