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?

our landlady, Ethel, I chose not to. Bringing her up would just

to last forever, and I was so nervous that

yet standing beside Ernest, a man from a failed blind date, left me

person in charge was already waiting. After a brief introduction, they

finished, I asked,

were wrong, why did Ernest need to inspect the place? His presence implied

eline

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 technical

"This isn't a 220V line. What

the generator's label. "It's for the

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

have Deborah bring

making the call, I caught up and found Ernest

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

approached, distracted,

a

g piece of equipment.