No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 398

"Look, you don't have to shower every time you wash your hair," his comment left me in stitches.

"Suit yourself, but hurry up, or it'll be dawn," I said, pushing him towards the bathroom, half-worried he'd drag me along if I moved any slower.

Ernest, at first glance, seemed tough, distant, and not the type to mingle with women. A real ascetic.

But now, I realized once this man indulged, he was like a floodgate opened—unstoppable.

While he showered, I cleared the dinner table, a habit ingrained in me since childhood by my parents, never to leave dirty dishes overnight.

I hadn't even finished tidying up the kitchen when the doorbell rang.

At first, I thought I heard wrong, assuming it was another room's doorbell, but as it rang again and again, I knew it was mine.

Who could it be at this hour?

Grabbing a paper towel, I dried my hands and approached the door, puzzled. Even with Ernest inside, I habitually asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me!"

The voice behind those two words made me freeze.

Conrad.

Why was he here so late?

And today, he had treated me like a total stranger.

Lost in my shock, Conrad started banging on the door, making it clear he wouldn't leave without seeing me.

In the dead of night, he seemed unfazed by the possibility of disturbing others, but I was mortified.

I reluctantly opened the door to find Conrad, pale, with his hair slightly disheveled and one hand raised as if to knock again.

"Conrad, what are you doing?" I asked, frowning.

"Felicia, why aren't you answering my calls?" His question reminded me of the incessant ringing during my entanglement with Ernest.