No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 70



I shifted uneasily, my gaze locking with his deep, sharp eyes, feeling an unexpected twinge of guilt.

I looked away and stepped forward, muttering, "It's not that. I don't want people getting the wrong idea."

"Right," he responded, his tone leaving me clueless about his thoughts.

I didn't press further. After all, we were adults and should understand boundaries and tact. Besides, he didn't seem like the type to gossip.

The silence between Ernest and me grew awkward until I finally broke it. "How soon can we get the lights adjusted?"

Ernest shrugged. "Hard to say."

I frowned, remembering the promise I made to Conrad. "We need it done in twenty days, tops."

Ernest looked at me, and I braced for his response, only to hear a noncommittal "Hmm."

Was that a yes?

our landlady, Ethel, I chose not to. Bringing her up would just make things weirder, especially since she's partly

forever, and I was so nervous that my back was covered

ex-fiancé, with composure, yet standing beside Ernest, a man from a failed blind date,

was already waiting. After a brief introduction, they took Ernest to review

they finished, I asked,

left me cold. If nothing were wrong, why did Ernest need to inspect the place? His presence implied he

eline

Ernest suggested checking the control room. The lead technician didn't object and led the way, with Ernest and I following. Ernest observed silently, and I tagged along cluelessly, doubting my understanding

the silence. "This isn't a 220V line. What equipment is it

glanced at the generator's label. "It's for the

locations, and the lighting arrangements," Ernest directed his request to

have Deborah

caught up and found Ernest discussing another power

confident, and his rugged features and work attire gave him a cold, tough vibe. Lost in my observation, Ernest suddenly called, "Come

I approached, distracted,

a

g piece of equipment.