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!"

voice behind those two words made

Conrad.

was he here so

had treated

Conrad started banging on the door, making it clear he wouldn't leave

the dead of night, he seemed unfazed by the possibility of disturbing

the door to find Conrad, pale, with his hair slightly

you doing?" I

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

glanced away, "I didn't hear it,

could finish, he

down my spine. I didn't budge and tried to pull away, "Conrad,

I was

started coughing up blood. The doctors think he might not make it. He wants to

blank, buzzing

here, I had met with Dustin, who had assured me that Herschel was doing fine. How could he suddenly

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

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

ten years, but I had never

Herschel must really