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.

he here so

today, he had treated me like a total

the door, making it clear

unfazed by the possibility of disturbing others, but I

find Conrad, pale, with his hair slightly disheveled and

what are you doing?" I asked,

question reminded me of the incessant ringing during my entanglement

away, "I didn't hear it,

finish, he grabbed me, "Come

cold on my arm, sending shivers down my spine. I didn't budge and tried to pull away, "Conrad, have you lost your mind?" His dark eyes were filled with panic, "It's my dad; he's

I was

doctors think he might not make it. He wants to see

blank, buzzing

assured me that Herschel was doing fine. How could

to leave now," Conrad insisted, pulling my hand

followed him, but after a few steps, I remembered

been with Conrad for ten years, but I had never seen him

Herschel must really