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

Conrad.

he here

had treated me like a total

door, making it

by the possibility of disturbing others,

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

are you

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

away, "I

finish, he

and tried to pull away, "Conrad, have you lost your mind?"

I was taken

up blood. The doctors think he might not make

mind went blank, buzzing

that Herschel

jet; we need to leave now,"

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

for ten years, but

really be in critical