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

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

my shoes, saying,

surprise. "Oh, no, that's

cheeks flushed with the words, aware that

"I'll go up

out, taking the keys

a shock racing through me. It was like being

were

up together,

so I

I understood what Conrad meant when

his way upstairs, the water splashing

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

getting dirty, diving right in," another

see many like him these days; you're quite

cheeks flushed and my heart

receded, and I followed upstairs. The door

in, heading to the bathroom where Ernest was working

so