No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 47

I had never said anything so blunt in my life.

Ernest paused, then replied indifferently, "You're overthinking it."

His words left me speechless.

He turned around to slice a watermelon, placing the pieces so neatly on the plate. They looked like soldiers lined up for inspection. Staring at the watermelon, I suddenly wanted to explore his room again.

"Why aren't you eating? Thinking it'll satisfy your craving?" Ethel teased as she approached.

Ethel was something else. She would stand with her hands on her hips when scolding someone. She could be tender and thoughtful when she cared, cracking a dirty joke without batting an eye.

"I was waiting for you. You went to bat for me earlier, and it must've been tough," I playfully handed Ethel a big slice of watermelon.

Ethel didn't hesitate, biting into it. "Sweet, but my blood sugar's through the roof. I can't have too much."

I started eating my watermelon, but Ernest returned to his room and didn't come out again.

When dinner time came, he left again. I wanted to ask if he would eat, but he moved so fast that I didn't get the chance to speak.

Ethel hummed, "Ernest's always been aloof and only opens up to someone who catches his eye. You’re lucky."

What did Ethel mean by that?

I didn't ask, but whatever Ernest did to my foot worked wonders. After a good night's sleep, the pain was gone.

The following day, the house was eerily quiet. I stepped out in my slip dress, only to lock eyes with two pairs staring back at me from the stone table outside. Ernest quickly looked away, his ears turning red. I glanced down at my dress and felt my face heat up.

I hurried back inside, but Ethel called out warmly, "Licia, why go back in? Come have some oatmeal with us."