No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



Feeling the solid chest against me and inhaling the familiar scent, I froze.

Lifting my gaze, I saw Ernest.

His face was stern, yet his eyes burned with intense concern as he looked at me.

I had no clue how he found me here, but seeing him eased my fear instantly, making me forget that we had broken up. I clung to the hem of his shirt as if it were a lifeline.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, asking, "Are you hurt?"

"No," I replied, just as a wave of crude insults burst from outside.

In the next moment, Ernest enveloped me, and it felt as though I was lifted off the ground, hearing only the sounds of kicks and punches landing.

It was like something out of a movie, happening right beside me.

Though it wasn't the first time I had seen Ernest stand up for someone, the way he was single-handedly taking down a group had never been witnessed by me before.

True to his military background, his prowess was undeniable.

I couldn't help but recall what Conrad had mentioned before, about the leader of Club Q being targeted. I hadn't considered Ernest before, but seeing his overwhelming strength now made it a possibility.

If it really was him, his future looked grim.

Before I could ponder further, Ernest had grounded the last of them and stood firm, holding me.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

He surveyed those writhing in pain on the ground with an icy voice, "Tell your boss to steer clear of my people."

Then, turning to Shirley, who stood at the doorway equally stunned, he saw her shudder in fear. Hastily, she shook her head, “I didn't mean to harm Felicia, I-I came to set her free."

But if not for her, I wouldn't be here. Yet, at this moment, my thoughts weren't on blaming Shirley. Tightening my grip on Ernest's fingers, I said, “I want to leave this place."

Ernest led me to his car, and as we approached, I still didn't let go of his hand.

I knew there was no danger now, but I didn't want to let go, knowing that once I did, there'd be no reason to hold on again.

Noticing my grip, Ernest forcibly pulled away and then gently placed me inside his car.

His tender actions reminded me of his past affection towards me.

I grabbed his withdrawing figure, unwilling to let go.

"Weren't you saying you wanted to leave?" His cool voice snapped me back to reality.

He drove off without asking where I wanted to go, but I asked him, "Where are you taking me? And how did you find me?"

He remained silent, making me think

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ing to ignore me a

then he coldly said "met

you not to dig into those matters?"

His response made it clear he knew exactly why I had been taken.

I stared at the back of his head, "If I

I

don't look into it, will you? How

much have you found out after all this time? What have you told Besides, you used to say that because you were my boyfriend, but now you are nothing to me."

My words made Ernest tighten his grip on the steering wheel, followed by a sharp retort, "And your investigation almost got you killed?"

The words of Lord echoed in my ears. "I can't let the fear of death prevent me from seeking justice for my parents."

Those words made Ernest clench his jaw.

I had forgotten, the real culprit behind my parents' demise was his father, the one who tampered with the brakes.

This topic was a painful thorn for both of us, but it couldn't be ignored just because it hurt.

Taking a deep breath, I pressed on, "Ernest, Lord mentioned bribing your father. want to know why your father would accept the bribe. Was it because your family needed money or something else?"