No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I'm not sure why, but the complex lighting at the amusement park never gave me a headache. Yet now, I find myself tangled in a mess I don't want to deal with.

"You don't trust me?" he asked.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"It's not that, it's just..." My gaze landed on him, noticing his shirt was clearly stained and the hem of his jeans was damp.

Seeing him like this, I felt a twinge of guilt.

"I've got this, go on," he said, patting the top of my head. "Be good."

That touch sent a tingle through my scalp, a sensation so different from when Dustin had playfully tousled my hair not long ago.

This feeling was hard to pin down-it was warm and sweet, with a hint of tartness, like finally finding something I didn't even know I was missing.

I couldn't bear Ernest's gaze for long and scurried away as he asked, to fetch the items he needed. When I returned, I found Ernest mopping up a puddle in the hallway.

Entering the room, the floor that had been flooded was now spotless, as if untouched by water, and shone from a thorough cleaning.

In the short time I was gone, he hadn't been idle.

At that moment, looking at our home as if it had never been flooded, a lump formed in my throat.

"I checked downstairs; there's no leakage, so you won't have to worry about compensating anyone," Ernest added.

Not only was he capable, but he also paid attention to every detail. I was choked up and couldn't speak.

Ernest began fixing the plumbing, and there I was, just watching him work with the ease of someone tuning the lights on a stage. Leaning against the doorway, I teased, "Ernest, is there anything you can't do?"

"There is," he replied, without stopping his work.

"What's that?"

He glanced back at me. "Giving birth."

His reply instantly lightened my mood, and I quickly retorted, "You don't have to give birth, as long as you can make someone else do it for you."

"Ah, that's definitely not a problem," he joined in the banter.

But then it went quiet, and I could feel my cheeks turning red from embarrassment. Our chat had suddenly gotten a bit flirty.

To ease the awkwardness, I added, "Ernest, anyone who marries you would be incredibly lucky."

"Why don't you agree to marry me then?" He always had a way of catching me off guard with his direct questions.

I lowered my gaze, taking a moment

before responding, "I'm too

complicated. Like you said, there's

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the ex-fiancé, and the unclear romantic interests... And you, you've never been in a relationship. You're too pure; I don't deserve you."

Ernest didn't respond, and after a moment, I turned away and walked to the balcony to tend to the potted flowers I'd brought home.

Soon, I heard Ernest heading downstairs. Peeking from the balcony, I saw him back on the ground, twisting a valve open. Was it fixed?

I went to the kitchen and turned on the faucet.

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The water can clear and smoothly through the newly installed tap, as I lost myself watching it, I suddenly felt a pair of arms encircle me from behind.

He semi-enveloped me in his embrace, turning off the faucet with a low voice whispering in my ear, "Ever heard of saving water?"

My heart raced, and I instinctively tried to step away, but he didn't budge.

"Ernest....." I raised my hand to push him away, but instead, my palm met with his firm muscles.

It felt as if I'd touched a hot iron, the heat spreading rapidly from my palm...