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

Conrad.

was he here

treated me like a total

banging on the door,

he seemed unfazed by the possibility of disturbing others,

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

are you

His question reminded me of the

"I

I could finish, he grabbed me, "Come with

my arm, sending shivers down my spine. I didn't budge and tried to pull away, "Conrad, have you lost

was taken

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

mind went blank, buzzing

I had met with Dustin, who had assured me that Herschel was

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

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

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

must really be in