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!"

those two words made me

Conrad.

was he here

today, he had treated me like a

Conrad started banging on the door, making it clear

night, he seemed unfazed by the possibility

his hair slightly disheveled and one hand raised as if to

you doing?" I

His question reminded me of the incessant ringing

glanced away, "I

finish, he grabbed me,

to pull away, "Conrad, have you lost your mind?" His dark eyes were filled with panic, "It's my

I was

suddenly started coughing up blood. The doctors think he might not

blank, buzzing with

who had assured me that Herschel was doing

jet; we need to leave now," Conrad insisted, pulling my hand

him, but after a few steps, I remembered

with Conrad for ten years, but I had never

Herschel must really be in critical