No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 395

Ernest's voice was low, carrying a weight that seemed to press down on the air itself.

My playful heart tightened at the sight of his face, thinner than before, and I thought about how he had to take care of his sister who was just recovering from a serious illness. Now, he had to deal with me too. That must be exhausting for him.

In that moment, my resolve to tease him melted away. I tugged at his arm and came clean, "Jefferson and I are just friends. That's why I can talk about him so casually in front of you because I have nothing to hide."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized they might have sounded a bit off, but I didn't bother to correct myself.

Not mentioning someone doesn't mean you're guilty about something. Sometimes, it just means you've moved on.

"I get that, but it still bugs me," Ernest admitted honestly.

Thinking about it, I'd probably feel the same if he was constantly praising someone else in front of me. I might even kick him out of the car in a fit of jealousy.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong," I said, playing the role of the repentant one.

Ernest's stern expression softened, "Saying sorry isn't going to cut it with me."

I immediately caught his drift and leaned in closer, "I'll make it up to you when we get back to our room."

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his ears turned red. I knew he got the message.

His easygoing nature tempted me to be playful again, "Ernest, I'm tired."

"I'll carry you. You know I'm always here to lend a hand," he offered without hesitation.

In the bustling lobby, the idea of him carrying me seemed both embarrassing and sweet.

I shook my head, "Just kidding, I wouldn't want you to..."

Before I could finish, I found myself lifted off the ground and into his arms. Instead of carrying me away, he set me down on a suitcase and began to wheel me through the lobby.

It was a novel and fun experience, unlike anything I'd done before.