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!"

behind those two words made me

Conrad.

was he

treated

door, making it clear he

night, he seemed unfazed by the possibility

his hair slightly

are you

why aren't you answering my calls?" His question reminded me of the incessant ringing during

glanced away, "I didn't hear it,

could finish, he grabbed

I didn't budge and tried to pull away, "Conrad, have you

I was taken

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

mind went blank,

with Dustin, who had assured me that Herschel was doing fine. How

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

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

Conrad for ten years,

Herschel must really be in