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.

turned to leave, Fanny remembered my question about when they were heading back. "Uncle, when are we going

couple of days," Sinclair replied, pausing briefly. "Why, are

I should check in at the hospital. It's been a while," Fanny made

excuse.

I understand," Sinclair said, heading

white shirt was tucked neatly into his sharp, tailored trousers, and as he ascended the stairs, his firm backside was unavoidably noticeable. Who knew a man's rear could be so

her gaze and glanced back, startling her into quickly

in. She hurriedly put the glass down and grabbed some tissues to clean up the mess.

watched her fumble around, a faint smile playing at his

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

of

spilled milk, Sinclair had already gone to his room. She finished her milk, honoring his request, and then returned to her own room with her

was a message from me: "Did your uncle

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

and as I waited

I awkwardly grabbed my phone, turning