No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Feeling the solid chest against me and inhaling the familiar scent, I froze.

Lifting my gaze, I saw Ernest.

His face was stern, yet his eyes burned with intense concern as he looked at me.

I had no clue how he found me here, but seeing him eased my fear instantly, making me forget that we had broken up. I clung to the hem of his shirt as if it were a lifeline.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, asking, "Are you hurt?"

"No," I replied, just as a wave of crude insults burst from outside.

In the next moment, Ernest enveloped me, and it felt as though I was lifted off the ground, hearing only the sounds of kicks and punches landing.

It was like something out of a movie, happening right beside me.

Though it wasn't the first time I had seen Ernest stand up for someone, the way he was single-handedly taking down a group had never been witnessed by me before.

True to his military background, his prowess was undeniable.

being targeted. I hadn't considered

Ernest had grounded the last of them and

ground with an

equally stunned, he saw her shudder in fear. Hastily, she shook

here. Yet, at this moment, my thoughts weren't on blaming Shirley. Tightening my grip on Ernest's fingers, I said, "I want

to his car, and as we approached, I still didn't let go

knew there was no danger now, but I didn't want to let go,

grip, Ernest forcibly pulled away and then gently placed me inside his

me of his

grabbed his withdrawing figure, unwilling to

you wanted to leave?" His cool voice

wanted to go, but I asked him, "Where are you taking me? And how did you find

remained silent,

then he coldly said, matter to

not to dig

response made it clear he knew exactly why I had been