StarNovelChapter 195 The words I had uttered earlier hung heavy in the air, and I found myself momentarily breathless. I was about to stammer an explanation when Ernest, who had been half-kneeling by the sofa, got up and said, "Dinner's ready, chave something to eat." It was only then that I realized how tightly I had been holding onto him. It turned out that in my dream, it wasn't my parents I was clinging to, but Ernest and I had even snapped at him.
Embarrassment madelet go, and as he raised his hand, I saw the deep marks I had left on the back of his hand.
Ernest walked away, and I got up from the sofa, feeling somewhat sticky. It seemed I had broken a sweat, and my fever had subsided.
"Put this on, don't catch a cold," Ernest said, bringing over a throw blanket.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI reached out to take it, but my hands, weakened from the fever, failed to grasp it.
Ernest ended up draping it over me. He then handeda washcloth soaked in warm water to wipe my hands.
In that moment, I felt like a small child again, being taken care of by my parents when I was sick.
"Can you manage on your own?" Ernest asked, setting a bowl of steaming porridge in front of me.
Would he have fedif I said I couldn't? If he were my boyfriend, I would have let him without hesitation. But he wasn't, and the awkwardness of my drunken tirade from the night before still lingered.
I mumbled a quiet yes and tried to scoop a spoonful to show him I could manage, but my hand shook uncontrollably.
He gently steadied my hand, "Take your time." "I'd like swater first," I said, feeling drained after sweating so much.
He seemed prepared, handinga glass of water that was warm and sweet with honey. It was impossible not to feel touched, yet I couldn't bring myself to say thank you.
Ernest had prepared a light yet nutritious dinner: shrimp, salad, beef stew, and mushroom soup. All of them were my favorites.
"Ernest, have you been investigating me?" I couldn't help but ask as I enjoyed the meal.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe glanced at me, "What's there to investigate? Your food preferences?" I felt a bit embarrassed but insisted "But the things you've made and even the honey water are things only someone close towould know to give me." Ernest paused in his action of serving food, then after a moment, said, "That's what a decent boyfriend would do." Boyfriend?! But hadn't I said it was over? Did he not take it seriously? However, with delicious food in front of me, I didn't want to spoil the mood. Besides, he had taken such good care of me... So, I stayed silent and just ate.
"Is something bothering you?" Ernest asked towards the end of the meal.
Thinking about what had transpired that day, I bit my fork, unsure of how to begin.
Seeing my hesitation, he didn't press
further, only saying, "Next tyou're sick, just tell me. It'ş It's not okay to bear it alone You know a fever can turn En. serious, you shouldn't be unaware." "I didn't know I had a fever," I admitted truthfully.
I had felt exhausted upon returning hand fell asleep, sinking into a dreamlike state from which Le tawaken. I hadn't realized it was a fever.
Luckily, it was his knock that stirred me, allowing him to ciñ and, în a way, save my life. "Next tyou're feeling unwell, call me," Ernest's tone wasn't suggesting-he was insisting.
I bit my lip and nodded. "Okay." Ashburn X
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