No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 46

Not too long ago, Conrad had given me a foot rub, and while I felt touched then, it didn't stir the feelings I was experiencing.

I couldn't pin down the reason. Maybe it was the technique that differed.

As Ernest finished with my foot massage, Ethel's voice, laced with fury, pierced the air from outside, "Listen up, everyone! If you dare mess with my people, you'll have me, Ethel, to answer to. I'll make sure you feel the wrath..."

"What's going on?" I asked lightly.

Ernest gently lifted my foot from his lap and placed it on another stone bench, rising to his feet. Then, I noticed his cheeks were flushed.

I thought maybe he was just hot, but the words that followed told me otherwise.

He said, "Maybe wear less of those skirts around here."

I looked down at my skirt, a royal blue silk number that hugged my figure and sported a daring slit.

Sitting as I was, the slit had ridden up, revealing a bit of my thigh, and it seemed Ernest had glimpsed more than he bargained for.

My cheeks warmed, but pride wouldn't let me lose face, so I feigned indifference and asked, "Does my skirt bother you that much?"

Ernest's Adam's apple bobbed quickly twice, and then, with long strides, he left the yard. Ethel's scolding ceased shortly after.

Curious about the commotion outside, I hopped to the door and saw Ernest with his back to me, confronting his rumored flame, Fat Jean.

"This is deliberate harm. You'll be legally liable if we report this," Ernest pointed at the oil on the ground.

That was where I'd slipped earlier. It seemed my fall wasn't an accident but a deliberate act.