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 made

Conrad.

was he here

had treated me like

started banging on the door, making it clear

by

pale, with his hair slightly disheveled and one hand raised as if

what are you

why aren't you answering my calls?" His question reminded me of

glanced away, "I didn't hear it,

he grabbed me, "Come with

didn't budge and tried to pull away, "Conrad, have you lost your mind?" His dark eyes were filled with panic, "It's my dad; he's

I was

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

blank, buzzing

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

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

steps, I remembered I hadn't informed Ernest. I stopped, "Wait, I

ten years, but I had never seen him

Herschel must really be