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."

got up, dusting off the dirt on his clothes, "Let's head up and

down the stairs, ensuring a pair of

glanced at my shoes, saying, "I can

"Oh, no,

cheeks flushed with the words, aware that we had become the center

go up and take a

taking the

touch sent a shock racing through me. It was like being struck

ang were too

up together,

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

what Conrad meant when he talked to

upstairs, the water splashing under

neighbor asked, "Sweetheart, is that your boyfriend? He seems like a capable young man, really

getting dirty, diving

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

and my heart

receded, and I followed upstairs. The door was ajar,

working

so