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?

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

walk seemed to last forever, and I was

me. I had faced Conrad, my ex-fiancé, with composure, yet standing beside Ernest, a man from a failed blind date, left

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

I asked,

to inspect the place? His presence implied he

eline

technician didn't object and led the way, with Ernest

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

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

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

"I'll have Deborah

I caught up and

attire gave him a cold, tough

distracted, I clipped

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g piece of equipment.