No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 309



"Why aren't you picking up?" I casually asked.

"Of course, I'll get it," Ernest replied with a natural ease. "And you, don't go back to sleep. Get up, freshen up, and let's have breakfast."

I was genuinely surprised. "You've made us breakfast?"

I thought he was still asleep beside me, but it turns out he had already cooked breakfast. As I was not up yet, he returned to me to keep me accompanied and read book.

Truly, the diligent ones always work hard behind the scenes.

"Yeah, I made some porridge with eggs and pork to help get your electrolytes back up," Ernest said, ruffling my hair.

This pampered feeling was genuinely delightful, as if I were the most important person in the world.

As Ernest went to answer the call, I pulled my hand out from the quilt and glanced at the ring on my finger. I took a photo to post on my social media with the caption: Limited Edition.

I looked through my Facebook and then finally got up. Ernest's call was not finished, but I didn't mind it and headed to the bathroom.

It was only in the bathroom that I realized the cream Fanny had given me was almost half gone, even though I had only used a quarter of it. Had Ernest been using it on me?

When did that happen?

Could it have been last night while I was asleep?

My face flushed with embarrassment and discomfort.

not done?" Ernest's voice came from the

handle awkwardness was to play dumb, so I blurted out, "I

for a moment,

impressed him that

not to look at him. I quickly finished up and urged him, "Hurry and

late," he replied

how can you say we're not late? What time is it?"

Ernest's words made me frozen while I was

watching him

r but turned in

do you

flight? Where to?

business trip?"

before serving

was utterly confused and I asked him, "Hold on, where exactly are we going? I had no idea

not tell you?" Ernest

paused that I remember Grant mentioned that I should wrap up my current

"Then

What did that mean?

"But he didn't say where

"Coming with me? You will go

were so

I could

stroked my wet

my forehead, "Dry off your