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?

I chose not to. Bringing her up would just make things weirder, especially since she's partly why Ernest and I are in this weird

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

ex-fiancé, with composure, yet standing beside Ernest, a man

in silence, the person in charge was already waiting. After a brief introduction, they

I asked,

If nothing were wrong, why did Ernest need to inspect the place? His presence implied he suspected

eline

technician didn't object and led the way, with Ernest and I following. Ernest observed silently, and I tagged along cluelessly, doubting my understanding

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

at the generator's label. "It's for the park's larger

of these devices, their locations, and the lighting arrangements,"

have

I caught up and found

gave him a cold, tough vibe. Lost in my observation, Ernest suddenly

distracted, I

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