No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 844

Fanny didn't just drop the call; she ended it herself, fearing that if she didn't, I might say something that would make things awkward between her and Sinclair.

Sinclair walked over with a glass of milk in hand, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the floor, every inch of him in perfect proportion—even his shadow seemed flawless.

As he approached, Fanny greeted him obediently, "Uncle Sinclair."

"Drink your milk," Sinclair said, handing her the glass.

His fingers were long and strong, the cuffs of his shirt rolled up to reveal a muscular forearm, veins running like rivers across his skin...

It reminded Fanny of the time she was rescued. When Dustin's hideout was finally surrounded, Dustin tried to use her as a hostage again. But Ernest had a sudden change of heart and pushed her out of the way. Just as she was about to fall, Sinclair appeared like a guardian angel, catching her in his arms.

In that moment, Fanny felt a strength she had never known before.

"Hmm?" Sinclair prompted again, seeing her hesitation, nudging the glass closer.

Fanny quickly put her phone down and took the glass, her fingers brushing against his, causing her to tense up. "Thank you, Uncle."

Sinclair glanced at her phone. "It's late back home. Whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow. Finish your milk and get some rest."

"Okay," Fanny replied, dutifully.

about when they

days," Sinclair replied, pausing

in at the hospital.

excuse.

understand," Sinclair

shirt was tucked neatly into his sharp, tailored trousers, and as he ascended the stairs, his firm backside was unavoidably noticeable. Who

Sinclair seemed to sense her gaze and

milk spilled onto the fleece blanket she was wrapped in. She hurriedly put the glass down and grabbed some tissues to clean

fumble around, a

hospital, she was a high-ranking obstetrician, a respected

was still a bit of a clumsy girl with

room. She finished her milk, honoring his request, and then

a message from me: "Did your uncle

at my teasing and replied: "Go to sleep. If you've got this much energy, it seems Ernest needs to step up his

phone was on the pillow next to me, and as I

awkwardly grabbed my phone,