But Ernest tugged at her shirt, shaking his head slowly, his brow knitted in concern.
She understood his gesture, yet confusion washed over her.
"Ernest, I'm your fiancee. We might as well be married, wedding or not. Let me assist you, please."
Still, he shook his head, his forehead creased in refusal.
With a hand pressed to her temple, she felt a wave of resignation. "Alright, I'll call the caregiver."
Ernest had a duo of caregivers, one male and one female. As Linda stood up, a pang of unease fluttered in her chest. She really didn't get it.
What was happening with Ernest? Ever since he regained consciousness, he had been keeping her at arm's Length.
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