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

Conrad.

was he here

he had treated

door, making it clear he wouldn't leave without

by the possibility of disturbing others, but I was

opened the door to find Conrad, pale, with his hair slightly disheveled and one hand raised

are you doing?"

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

"I didn't

he grabbed me, "Come with

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

I was taken

might not make it. He wants to see you,"

blank,

that Herschel

chartered a private jet; we need to leave now," Conrad

but after a few steps, I remembered I hadn't informed Ernest. I stopped,

years, but I had never seen him this

Herschel must really be in