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?

Bringing her up would just make things weirder, especially

to last forever, and I was so nervous that

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

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

I asked,

left me cold. If nothing were wrong, why did Ernest need to

eline

and led the way, with Ernest

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

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

and the lighting

nodded. "I'll have

the call, I caught up and

and work attire gave him a cold, tough

I approached, distracted, I

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g piece of equipment.