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

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

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

already waiting.

I asked, "Any

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

eline

and led the way, with Ernest and I following. Ernest observed silently, and I tagged along

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

generator's label.

list of these devices, their locations, and the lighting arrangements," Ernest directed his request to

"I'll have

the call, I caught up 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.