No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 83

When Ernest stepped out onto the porch, he caught me snoozing in front of my laptop, the dim glow of the lamp casting a soft light on my face. His gaze, tender and fixed, rested on me.

I could sense his presence, yet couldn't muster the energy to wake.

After what felt like an eternity, I heard his gentle voice, "Licia..."

Licia?! Was he calling me?

Yes, he was.

Before I became part of the Wagner family, I was called Licia. But it had been ages since anyone called me that.

"Brother, I'm Licia..."

A vision of a little girl with her hair tied in two buns and a cherubic face sweetly calling out to a boy appeared before my eyes.

The boy was aloof, a man of few words.

Suddenly, I was the girl, and Ernest, the boy, with me clinging to his back.

"Brother, you smell nice..."

"Brother, there's a little mole on the back of your neck. Let me get it for you."

"Don't pinch, Licia. It hurts."

"Licia, I'm tired. Can we stop running now?"

...

"Mom, I love brother. I want to marry him..."

"Ha ha..."

"Mom, Dad, stop laughing. I'm going to marry him."

"Licia, you can't marry him. You're already betrothed..."

"I won't marry him; he's a jerk, a total jerk!"