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.

and traced his fingers gently over my cheek. "Ask me anything, or

Ernest?" I asked instead of

hint of amusement danced in his eyes. "If you don't believe me, feel

it over his heart, but I quickly pulled back and walked

fruit platter on the table and catching the aroma of food in the air. My gaze drifted towards the dining table, laden with

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

me well, understood

"If you know that, then let's wait until

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 her left me feeling

eyes rested on my face. "Let's

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

all this time, see if it still tastes the same," Ernest said,

of our

flavors were unchanged,

I ate

food. "Why aren't you eating? Did you poison the

my joke. "A bit late to ask that, isn't