No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 842

As I curled up tighter on the couch, Ernest settled beside me, gently taking my hand. "Hey, feeling a little spooked?"

He hadn't really shared anything too terrifying-just some tales of negotiations he'd been part of and how the other side had tried to test him.

But it reminded me of those undercover cop movies, where the protagonist goes deep into enemy territory and has to prove their loyalty.

"Ernest," I murmured, "Can I have a hug?"

Earlier, I'd been a bit distant, so he was cautious, simply holding my hand, not daring to embrace me.

He scooted closer, and I nestled into his arms, wrapping mine around him tightly.

Ernest rubbed his chin on the top of my head, a familiar gesture that reassured me this was indeed my Ernest, not some impostor like Phipps.

My hand found its way under his shirt, roaming over his skin.

"Licia," Ernest's voice was tense, "I'm not hurt."

He knew what I was checking for, but I wanted to be sure. "Let me see."

check?" he chuckled, his eyes filled with an unreadable

I replied bluntly. After all, I had a little one on the way, so he

as headstrong as ever," Ernest

eyes, momentarily knocking the

you checking for injuries?" he gently prompted

blush crept up my cheeks.

free of new injuries, save for some

I admitted, my hands unconsciously tracing over his muscles. "The movies make it look

texture was just

a bed, my hands always rested on those muscles; without

felt like ages since I'd last

remained still,

warmer, quietly charged with a sense of relief at being

closer. "I was worried you'd forget me and chase me out with a

he showed up unexpectedly I'd considered giving him a piece of my mind. But

up, learned to handle things

me to make up