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.

he

had treated me like a

shock, Conrad started banging on the door, making it clear he

of night, he seemed unfazed by the possibility of disturbing others, but

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

what are you

answering my calls?" His question reminded me

away, "I

I could finish, he grabbed

away,

was

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

went blank, buzzing

coming here, I had met with Dustin, who had assured me that

jet; we need to

and followed him, but after a few steps, I remembered I hadn't informed

for ten years, but I had never

really be