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."

that, I tipped back my head to gulp down some water, just as Ernest's gaze met mine. Our eyes locked unintentionally, and I nearly choked. "Why are you rushing, hon?"

Ernest came down, grabbed a bottle of purified water, and started

apple bobbing rapidly. I found myself swallowing

was a physical response,

some reason, I was particularly sensitive to Ernest's

have a thing for Adam's

my back. "Felicia, why do you keep choking? You haven't gotten sores in your throat

I quickly shook

sores?" Ernest's focus seemed to be on

them, shaking my head again,

slow down Mr. Collins' progress. Now her mouth's a mess, and she can't even eat right." Deborah, ever

stepped closer, towering

so did

moment,

was

my

Omy chin, forcing bet

look. After

, he announced, "Canke

sores."