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.

if I said yes?" I found myself holding my breath as the words left my

eyes narrowed instantly, and then he stepped even closer. "You're not

and his hand had already grabbed my shoulder, "Why

went to Houston and didn't see me, how he misunderstood me and

almost predatory. I felt a pang of pain as he gripped my shoulder tighter,

wave of despair engulfed me,

called out more sternly

used to call me Licia, and now he addressed me so formally, so

just physical; it extended to his emotions

world. Now that he didn't want me, all I got was his indifference

took a deep breath, then another, before finding my voice again, "What

Ernest frowned, "What?"

away with one

let me tell you, even if I really was pregnant, the baby would

ide its fate."

the words came out, my tears finally broke free in front of

expression shifted through several changes, "You're not

up to these past days, my anger burst. forth, "What does it matter to you whether I'm pregnant or not, Ernest?