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."

the dirt

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

shoes, saying, "I can

"Oh,

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

of embarrassment. "I'll go up and take

reached out, taking the

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

were

grown up together,

the norm, so I never experienced that spark

what Conrad meant

the water splashing under

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

doesn't mind getting dirty, diving right

like him these

flushed and

receded, and I followed upstairs. The door

working

after so