No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 841

I didn't get the chance to finish my sentence because Ernest pulled me into a hug.

His face was close to mine, and he whispered, "She's alright. I didn't harm her. She's perfectly fine, not a scratch on her."

The warmth of his embrace, the familiar scent of him, and most importantly, his reassuring words began to calm the storm of panic inside me.

"You wouldn't lie to me," I said, my voice tinged with emotion.

"No, I wouldn't. Sinclair's over there. She's bringing her back," Ernest murmured,

his lips brushing the hairline above my ear.

"But why did you come back?" I questioned, my skepticism creeping in.

His breath was warm against my skin, weaving through the strands of my hair. "Because I missed you, missed you so much..."

Could that be true?

First, there was a fake version of him, then a cold, indifferent one. It was enough to make me doubt everything about him.

his grip ever so slightly and traced his fingers gently over my cheek. "Ask me anything, or yell, or hit

truly Ernest?" I asked instead of lashing

in his eyes. "If you don't

but

onto the couch, eyeing the fruit platter on the table and catching the aroma of food in the air. My gaze

my hand gently. "Licia, I know you have a lot of questions and doubts. Don't worry, I'll clear it

knew me well, understood

hand from his. "If you know that, then

to be difficult, but the memory of the cold Ernest who had tied up Fanny still lingered, making me question everything. I needed Fanny back. She might

on my face. "Let's

the trouble of cooking, and it would be a shame to waste

see if it still tastes the same," Ernest said, serving

reminiscent of our

flavors were unchanged, just as I

my heart felt different. Still, I

hadn't really touched his food. "Why aren't

"A bit late to ask that, isn't