No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 76



"Why did he ask that?"

I couldn't wrap my head around it, so I shot back a puzzled look.

Ernest didn't reply. He had already grabbed a quick bite and headed to the amusement park ahead of time.

Overnight, the park's electrical issues were all sorted, and Ernest kicked off a comprehensive check on the lighting. I was playing the role of the inspector - he'd adjust, I'd check. If it wasn't right, he'd tweak it again.

And I finally understood what he meant the night before about not letting physical issues hinder work. The guy was practically a machine, non-stop, turning me into a spinning top. I hardly had a chance to take a sip of water, sometimes intentionally avoiding it for fear of needing too many bathroom breaks.

In the time it took me to make a round, he could have adjusted another set of lights, waiting on me to approve so we could move on. It was a bottleneck.

After three days, I was totally spent, my mouth riddled with canker sores, yet Ernest, who also skipped out on drinking water, seemed perfectly fine. Turns out, I was the delicate one in front of a man.

"Felicia, you better drink some water before you turn into a dried-up Ethel," Deborah, who shared a room with me, was all too aware of my ordeal and felt for me.

I cracked a smile and said, "Even all dried up, I'd still be a pretty damsel."

eyes locked unintentionally,

when Ernest came down, grabbed a bottle of

quick, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly.

was a physical response, I

reason, I was particularly sensitive

I have a thing for

"Felicia, why do you

and I quickly shook my head,

focus seemed to be on

them, shaking my

avoiding water, scared it'll slow down Mr. Collins' progress. Now her mouth's a mess, and she

towering over me, "Open

so did

next moment, Ernest's

was

my

Omy chin, forcing bet

a look.

, he announced, "Canke

sores."