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?

discuss, though I could've brought up our landlady, Ethel, I chose not to. Bringing her up would just make things weirder,

forever, and I was so nervous that

yet standing beside Ernest, a man from a failed blind

person in charge was already waiting. After a brief

finished, I asked,

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

eline

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

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

at the generator's label. "It's

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

"I'll have Deborah bring them

caught up and found Ernest discussing another power supply

attire gave him a cold, tough vibe. Lost in my observation, Ernest

approached, distracted, I clipped

a

g piece of equipment.