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.

pushed me, but she also cautioned that men can't resist

done, no use in regretting

it was the only way to

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

you can go now," I managed to say,

move, nor did he

he interrupted me,

on the edge of breakdown,

seductive. I quickly bit my lip, afraid

imagined I could be this way,

Ernest's Adam's apple bobbed

back of my head, pulling me against his chest, his husky voice right in my ear,

Uh?

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

implying he

stroked my hair, keeping me still, yet

only wearing a

and he was

The flimsy