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.

he

today, he had treated me like a total

banging on the door,

by

his hair slightly disheveled

are you doing?"

reminded me of

"I didn't

he grabbed me, "Come

away, "Conrad, have you lost your mind?" His dark eyes were filled with panic, "It's my dad; he's in bad

I was taken

think he might

went blank, buzzing

me that

need to leave now," Conrad insisted,

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

for ten years, but I had never

must really