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!"

two words made

Conrad.

was he

treated me like

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

dead of night, he seemed unfazed by the possibility

with his hair slightly disheveled and one hand raised as if to knock

are you doing?" I

His question reminded me of the incessant ringing

glanced away, "I

could finish, he

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

was

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

mind went blank, buzzing with

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

a private jet; we need to leave now,"

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

for ten years, but I had

must really be in critical