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

Conrad.

he here so

treated me like a

in my shock, Conrad started banging on the door, making

unfazed by

his hair slightly disheveled and one hand raised as if to

are you

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

"I didn't hear it,

finish, he grabbed me, "Come with

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

I was

started coughing up blood. The doctors think he might not make

mind went blank, buzzing with

I had met with Dustin, who had assured me that Herschel was doing fine. How could he suddenly be

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

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

for ten years, but I had

really be in critical