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.

traced his fingers gently over my cheek. "Ask me

truly Ernest?" I asked

"If you don't believe me, feel free to

took my hand and placed it over his heart, but I quickly

catching the aroma of

you have a lot of questions and doubts. Don't worry, I'll clear it all up for you, one

knew me well, understood my

you know that, then let's wait until everything's cleared

memory of the cold Ernest who had tied up Fanny still lingered, making me question everything. I needed Fanny back. She might have the answers I needed, and without her, facing the Ernest who had taken

my face. "Let's wash up

gone through the trouble of cooking, and it would be a shame

it still tastes the same,"

reminiscent of our

flavors were unchanged,

different. Still, I ate a

food. "Why aren't you eating?

"A bit late to ask