No More Waiting, She Chooses Love
Chapter 285

My nerves tensed up in an instant. "Oh God, not this again!" I thought.

It was just human nature. An insatiable curiosity! No wonder even the stoic gods in fantasy dramas weren't immune to the allure of love. Love was humanity's most vulnerable Achilles' heel.

As Ernest's kisses made it hard to pull away, my mind surprisingly wandered. It wasn't until a gentle bite brought me back to reality that I realized Ernest had laid me down on the bed, his body pressing down

on me.

The gleam in his eyes was unmistakable, a burning desire, his Adam's apple moving seductively as his arms framed my sides, the strength in his muscles making my mouth go dry. The temptation was like a feast for the senses, stirring an indescribable feeling within me.

The tingling sensation, like something was crawling, spreading delicately across my body from one point.

I knew the feeling well, feeling tantalized. And I desired it, too. Desire was uncontrollable, and I finally understood. But I still felt a shiver of fear, remembering the discomfort from the day before. If he went further, I wasn't sure I could handle it. Especially after Fanny's warning about getting hurt, sick, or even affecting childbirth, that would be problematic.

So, restraint was necessary. Logic won over sensation, and as I figured out how to reject Ernest, he leaned in again, his cheek against mine, his lips brushing my cheek, hair, and ear.

"Honey, thank you," he murmured, his voice husky.

He thanked me for the effort I put into Susie's situation, but his initial lukewarm reaction made me think he wasn't too keen on the surgery for Susie.

"I thought you were upset," I said, feeling hurt as I lightly punched him.

I wasn't sure if my punch hurt him, but his tightened muscles made my hand sting.

"Grateful and happy," Ernest whispered, kissing my earlobe gently.

A shiver of pleasure coursed through me, making even my toes curl. Ernest noticed my reaction, pressing closer as his kisses wandered from my earlobe to my hair, cheek, nose, eyes, forehead, and finally, my lips.

Such a prelude was utterly irresistible. It slowly devoured my reason, and I arched toward Ernest, my arms wrapping around his neck. Ernest's heavy breathing filled my ear. His hands began to undress me. Suddenly, my phone rang in my pocket, startling Ernest and me and halting the spreading warmth.

I scrambled to reach for it, but trapped under him, I struggled. Eventually, Ernest helped me.

It was a call from Jacqueline. I wasn't sure whether to hang up or answer.

In my hesitation, Ernest said, "Take the call."

He got up and left the bedroom.

I sighed with relief and brought the phone to my ear. "Jacqueline."

"Felicia, if I die, it'll be because Conrad and Haley have driven me to it," Jacqueline blurted out the moment I answered.

Confused and concerned, I asked, "Jacqueline, please calm down. What have they done to upset you?"

"Today, I found out the real reason you two split up. That jerk Conrad actually gave your marital home to that woman." Jacqueline's words ripped open a wound in my heart that had barely begun to heal.