What Happens in Chapter 845 – From the Book No More Waiting, She Chooses Love
Dive into Chapter 845, a pivotal chapter in No More Waiting, She Chooses Love, written by Internet. This section features emotional turning points, key character decisions, and the kind of storytelling that defines great Romance fiction.
"You know," Ernest's voice resonated in the dark night, carrying an even deeper, magnetic quality, "I'm missing in action, and you still dared to keep this baby."
So, he thought I was being foolish.
"Maybe I am," I replied, "but all I know is this baby is mine. He came to me, and I'm going to love him with all I've got." I never really saw the baby as something shared with someone else.
In my heart, he was mine alone.
"Alright then, we'll love him together," Ernest said softly, kissing me again. "Licia, thank you."
Whether he was thanking me for trusting him or for keeping the baby, it didn’t really matter anymore.
After everything, I felt a wave of calmness washing over me, as if I suddenly let go of all the love-hate, the power struggles. None of it seemed to matter much.
Living life comfortably, that was the only thing that mattered. Everything else was just extra.
By dawn, Ernest was no longer beside me when I woke up.
A sudden fear gripped my heart, the fear that he had disappeared once more. Instinctively, I called out as I stepped out of the bedroom, "Ernest."
"You’re up," his voice answered, easing the tension in my chest.
Ernest came over, glancing at my still sleepy eyes. "Not quite awake yet, huh?"
I grabbed his hand and pressed it against my cheek. "I thought you’d gone again."
His gaze softened as he gently brushed my face with his fingers. "I won’t. Not ever again."
I opened my eyes, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck. "Then promise me, every time I open my eyes, you’ll be there."
"Alright, I promise," Ernest said, lifting me up in his arms. "Now, go freshen up and come eat breakfast."
I hadn’t heard from Susie in a while either. She must’ve been busy with college and probably still upset with me for keeping secrets.
"No, you were the first person I came to see."
I believed him. "Then why aren’t you hurrying over to see her?"
"I have someone else to see first, then I’ll go to her," Ernest said, looking directly at me.
"Who’s that?" I asked without thinking.
After a brief pause, Ernest replied, "Someone you trust the most."
I stopped mid-bite, realizing who he meant. I gave a little huff, "What, are you jealous?"
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