No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 398

Chapter 398

Chapter 398



"Look, you don't have to shower every time you wash your hair," his comment left me in stitches.

"Suit yourself, but hurry up, or it'll be dawn," I said, pushing him towards the bathroom, half-worried he'd drag me along if I moved any slower. Ernest, at first glance, seemed tough, distant, and not the type to mingle with women. A real ascetic.

But now, I realized once this man indulged, he was like a floodgate opened-unstoppable.

While he showered, I cleared the dinner table, a habit ingrained in me since childhood by my parents, never to leave dirty dishes overnight.

I hadn't even finished tidying up the kitchen when the doorbell rang.

At first, I thought I heard wrong, assuming it was another room's doorbell, but as it rang again and again, I knew it was mine.

Who could it be at this hour?

Grabbing a paper towel, I dried my hands and approached the door, puzzled. Even with Ernest inside, I habitually asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me!"

two words made

Conrad.

was he here

treated me like a total

door,

seemed unfazed by the possibility of disturbing

door to find Conrad, pale, with his hair slightly disheveled and one hand raised as if to

what are you

my calls?" His question reminded me of the incessant ringing during my entanglement

glanced away, "I

he grabbed me, "Come

didn't budge and tried to pull away, "Conrad, have you lost your mind?" His dark eyes were

was

he might not make it.

blank,

assured me that Herschel was doing fine. How could he suddenly be coughing

a private jet; we need to leave

I didn't hesitate and followed him, but after a few steps, I remembered

been with Conrad for ten years, but

must really be in