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.

Q being targeted. I hadn't considered

further, Ernest had grounded the last of them and stood firm, holding

writhing in pain on the ground with an icy voice,

saw her shudder in fear. Hastily, she shook her head, "I didn't mean

her, I wouldn't be here. Yet, at this moment, my thoughts weren't on blaming Shirley. Tightening my grip on Ernest's fingers, I

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

no danger now, but I didn't want to let go, knowing that once I did, there'd be no reason to hold on

my grip, Ernest forcibly pulled away and then gently

actions reminded me of his past

his withdrawing figure,

leave?" His

I asked him, "Where are you taking me? And how

silent,

he coldly said, matter to ignore me

to

made it clear he knew exactly why I