No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 273

Why's Conrad all bloody? Did he get hurt?

Dreams like this usually mean something, right? Like this one time, the night before my folks had that terrible car crash, I dreamed my two front teeth fell out, blood everywhere, scared me half to death.

And then, the next day, my parents... they were gone, just like that.

In my panic, I nearly missed the concerned gaze from Ernest. Only when his hand touched my forehead, wiping away the cold sweat, did I snap back to reality.

"Had a nightmare?" he asked gently.

That made me realize that when I was calling for Conrad in my dream, it was Ernest who heard me.

But I don't want him getting the wrong idea, so I explain, "I dreamed Conrad was standing at the end of the bed, covered in blood. I asked him what happened, and he wouldn't answer me."

"Dreams can be deceptive sometimes. If it worries you that much, why not give him a call now?" Ernest suggested, surprisingly encouraging me to reach out.

Wouldn't he feel a twinge of jealousy under normal circumstances? Had it been Conrad beside me, I was sure he would've been jealous. I glanced outside at the dawn's early light, snuggled deeper into Ernest's embrace, and murmured, "I'm so tired; just want to sleep more."

"Sleep then," Ernest whispered softly, his large hand stroking my hair with the usual tenderness, showing no sign of anger or irritation.

I was too exhausted to think anymore and quickly fell back asleep. In my drowsy state, I felt Ernest's kiss on my forehead and heard his whisper, "You're still worried about him."