No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 730

Ernest's joke made me laugh. It was a rare glimpse into his humorous side. Though it was just a joke, it was unexpected to encounter such a concept in life. Life is unpredictable; no one knows what the future holds. We are all dark horses, with our past not yet cemented.

Ernest was recovering, Deborah was recovering, and I didn't have the energy to care for both. So, I arranged for nurses for them. Ernest flat-out refused. He claimed he was perfectly capable of moving around and taking care of himself, insisting he didn't need any help. I knew he wasn't comfortable with strangers around, but his refusal also meant I couldn't be there for him. Men can be just as complicated as women, sometimes even more.

Sugar Daddy?!

Surprisingly, he seemed to be getting clingy, showing a vulnerable side I rarely saw. "I'm going to check on Susie. She must be heartbroken after finding out Mack's real intentions," I tried to comfort him. "She's grown up; she can handle her emotional issues. If a guy can knock her down, she's way too fragile," Ernest's words had a double meaning. He was speaking about Susie, but also about me.

your abandonment and the trials of life and death, I must be pretty strong, right?" He gently kissed my hand, "Yeah, my Licia, the invincible little monster."

the one you love, you can be a girl at heart even at eighty. Ernest chuckled, "Yes, a little monster, the only one who

playfully bit his lip, and he let out a soft grunt, "Why do you keep biting me?" Ever since our 'post-mortem' reunion, biting him had become a habit, sometimes wishing I could swallow him whole so I wouldn't have to live in fear. "Monsters eat people, don't they?" I smirked, observing the bite mark Left on his lip. Ernest's Adam's apple bobbed, "Wait until I'm better, then I'll let

thing. Have fun, eat well, don't worry about me," he tried to sound nonchalant, not wanting to be a burden. Just as I was about to argue, he added, "Plus... someone is supposed to visit me soon." My nerves tensed instantly, sensing an underlying

"Why wouldn't be want you dead? If he suspects you're Ernest, wouldn't it be simpler to just eliminate the threat?" My curiosity was piqued. Ernest laughed, "Thought you'd never catch on." His words weren't hurtful, but they

Ernest's smile faded, "That's true. Do you want to know?" His question implied it wasn't something he could easily share, but if I insisted, he wouldn't keep me in

identity, even altering his personality and voice, which showed how perilous his mission was. And where exactly