No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Huh?! I was utterly shocked.

Pregnant?! Where did that come from?

Ernest was so close to me, close enough that I could once again catch the crisp and invigorating scent that was uniquely his.

This scent that belonged only to him made my breath catch, and a slight ache began to spread across my chest...

It was only at this moment I realized that the aftereffect of being apart from him was like the cider in a midnight bar, already fermented...

It was just my stubbornness that kept me pressing down the sour discomfort, even managing a smile as I looked at him, "What are you talking about? Has Mr. Collins taken up sleepwalking and hysteria?" Ernest's jaw clenched tight as he demanded, "Answer me."

He clearly wanted a definitive answer from me.

That would be a no.

I was definitely not pregnant, I was clear on that. But why would he suddenly think I was?

Had he heard something, or did I give him that impression somehow? Or was he suddenly afraid that I was pregnant, worrying it would affect something?

By the end, my heart was rolling with anger again. I was actually curious to see what his choice would be if he knew I was pregnant.

I found myself holding my breath as

and then he stepped even closer. "You're not lying

his hand had already grabbed my shoulder, "Why

see me, how he misunderstood me and wouldn't listen to my explanation, and even after listening, he still insisted on breaking

looking almost predatory. I felt a pang of pain as he gripped my shoulder tighter, I struggled, trying to pull away, but he held

his words, a wave of despair engulfed me,

called out more sternly when I

to call me Licia, and now he addressed

wasn't just physical; it extended

me all the tenderness in the world. Now that he didn't want me,

another, before finding my voice again, "What

Ernest frowned, "What?"

pushed him away with

pregnant, the baby would

ide its fate."

came out, my tears finally

through several changes, "You're

friend Grant had been up to these past days, my anger burst. forth, "What does it matter to you whether I'm pregnant or not, Ernest? We're over, that's what