No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 172

I didn't bother asking who the woman with Jefferson was. From her getup and makeup, it was clear she wasn't his serious girlfriend, just a fleeting companion in his journey.

After Jefferson left, I turned my attention back to my bowl, only to find that Ernest had already finished the shaved ice.

"Let's grab something else to eat," Ernest suggested, without a hint of politeness.

Gritting my teeth, I agreed, "Fine."

Next, Ernest led me to a food stand where he ordered us both a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup. This time, he didn't touch mine, probably because it was hot.

It seemed he wasn't keen on the shaved ice earlier; he just didn't want me overindulging.

Despite his rough edges, Ernest genuinely cared for me.

After finishing our chicken noodle soup, we continued our stroll, passing by pet shops and florists.

Eventually, I bought Ernest two potted plants. "Your place needs a touch of homeliness. These should brighten it up and bring in some positive vibes."

"Am I not 'manly' enough for you?" he teased.

If Ernest wasn't the epitome of masculinity, I doubted anyone could be.

"Consider it a boost of floral scent then; may it bring you luck in love," I teased, only to see him flash a knowing smile.

I had a hunch his smile hid a deeper meaning, so before he could speak, I quickly cut him off, "Don't you say a word."

Obediently, he stayed silent.

With the plants in tow, we kept exploring until midnight, yet the streets remained lively and bustling.

Considering Ernest had work the next day, I suggested, "Let's head back."

"You don't want to keep looking around?" he asked.

"Nah, I'm beat," I yawned, pretending to be wiped out.

As we made our way back, Ernest remained quiet, and I was too distracted by the array of street food and trinkets to notice anything was amiss.

That was until I spotted a beautiful flower crown and playfully tried it on. "Does it look good?"

There was no response from behind me. Turning around, I noticed Ernest's complexion was off.

Despite his pallor, I couldn't dwell on the small stuff, quickly guiding him to the hospital.

Given the late hour, I wasn't sure we'd find a suitable doctor, so I tried calling Fanny.

Unfortunately, Fanny didn't pick up, leaving me no choice but to take him to the emergency room.

After a consultation and examination, Ernest was diagnosed with acute gastroenteritis and needed an IV.

I couldn't leave Ernest, especially since he was suffering because of me.

Sitting with him in the IV room, the usually tough and stoic Ernest appeared vulnerably amusing in his discomfort.

I couldn't resist taking a photo of him with my phone, but Ernest caught me. He reached out, trying to stop me. "Stop it."

"You're the one who needs to stop," I dodged him playfully.

Our playful struggle was surprisingly enjoyable, at least until someone else walked in.

We both froze, and as I caught sight of the newcomer, my smile froze on my face.