No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 89



"Stuck solid!"

"It's been rusted for years."

"The ground's raised too, burying the tap deep down."

...

The onlookers chattered among themselves, but my gaze was fixed on Ernest.

I hadn't expected him to lay flat on the ground, his temples and arms bulging with veins from the effort, a testament to his strength.

Yet, despite his attempts, the tap remained unmoved, his face turning a shade of red from the strain...

"Young man, don't bother yourself any further. We've already had a few burly men try their hand at it," Ethel, our neighbor, called out to Ernest, noticing his exertion and offering a word of caution.

My heart went out to him, "Ernest, let's leave it. I'll call someone."

No sooner had I spoken than I saw Ernest relax, "Alright then."

dusting off the dirt on his

stairs, ensuring a pair of wet shoes, "Maybe wait till it slows down

saying, "I can carry you

blinked in surprise. "Oh, no,

the words, aware that we had become the

seemed to catch the hint of embarrassment. "I'll go up and take a look.

reached out, taking the

through me. It was like being struck by lightning. It was something

ang were

up together, where

hands or hugging was the norm, so I never experienced that spark of

think I understood what Conrad meant when he talked to

the water splashing under his steps,

watched him until the neighbor asked, "Sweetheart, is that your boyfriend? He

dirty, diving right

don't see many like him these days; you're

cheeks flushed and my

I followed upstairs. The door was

to the bathroom where Ernest was working on

was right; after so many