No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 40



Upon hearing Ethel's voice, I casually tossed my phone aside, "Yeah."

After saying that, I slipped off my shoes, shuffled into my slippers, and opened the door, immediately spotting Ernest in the yard, filling several white buckets with water. The buckets lined up neatly, and as they quickly filled, he hoisted them up, his shoulder muscles visibly defined even through his shirt.

Man, the guy was a perfect blend of muscle and raw strength.

"Why are you hoarding so much water? Is there a water shutdown coming?" I strolled over to ask.

Ethel looked at my slippers disapprovingly and rolled her eyes at me silently.

Ernest didn't answer, but Ethel did, "Just in case of a shutdown."

She then patted Ernest on the back. "I'm making clam chowder tonight. You two head out and grab some clams. Ensure they're fresh. And pick up some potatoes, hams, and onions, will you?"

It wasn't about fetching groceries but sending us off to chat. But here I was, in those big and floppy slippers, hardly appropriate, yet returning inside to change seemed even more so.

change your shoes,"

embarrass me more, so I chuckled, "No

away, and Ethel winked at me, signaling to

slippers, I stepped out, feeling oddly comfortable despite

suddenly stopped. "Heard you wanted

But, direct as ever,

not interested?" I looked at him, really seeing him for the first

were

lips

too thick. He

giving any Hollywood heartthrob a run for their money,

wasn't that the first thing

the military. Now, I'm..." He got interrupted before he could

A teenager, around seventeen or eighteen,

the kid had

he replied, clearing he

with a widow?" My question

His gaze deepened. "No."