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 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 I are

to last forever, and I was so

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

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

finished, I asked,

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

eline

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

the silence. "This isn't a 220V

generator's label. "It's for

need a list of these devices, their locations, and the lighting arrangements," Ernest

nodded. "I'll have

I caught up and found Ernest discussing another

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

approached, distracted, I clipped

a

g piece of equipment.