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?

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

was so nervous that my back was

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

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

I asked,

need to inspect the place? His presence implied

eline

checking the control room. The lead technician didn't object and led the way, with Ernest and I

a 220V line. What equipment

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

devices, their locations, and the lighting arrangements," Ernest

nodded. "I'll have Deborah bring them

caught up and found

and his rugged features and work attire gave him a cold, tough vibe. Lost in my observation,

approached, distracted, I

a

g piece of equipment.