No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 193

It was Ernest!

He was at the door, one hand turning the knob while the other carried a bag full of spinach.

Maybe the sound of the door opening startled him; he turned, eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of me.

I stood there, almost soulless, just staring at him without uttering a word.

“Something up?” Ernest asked, snapping me back to reality. I shook my head in response.

“You sick?” he asked, setting down the bag and stepping closer.

Still halfway between sleep and wakefulness, my mouth felt too heavy to open, so I shook my head again.

A cool touch on my forehead, Ernest’s hand checking my temperature, followed by his slightly stern voice, “You got a fever?”

I was too dazed to even realize he was talking about me.

Seeing my confusion, Ernest stepped inside, and in the next moment, he lifted me into his arms.

Feeling already light-headed, his action made me feel even more so, and instinctively, my arms wrapped around him.

Ernest placed me on the couch, quickly scanning the room before asking, “Where are your slippers?”

Without him mentioning it, I hadn’t even realized I was barefoot, my mind elsewhere. Blinking, I still didn’t respond.

A sigh of resignation in his eyes, Ernest got up, went to my bedroom, and returned with my slippers to put them on my feet. Then, he asked, “Got a thermometer?”

"I'd like some water," I replied, changing the subject.

He paused, slightly taken aback, then went to get me water, only to find the kettle empty.

Instead of getting me some water, he picked me up again and carried me out.