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."

dirt on his clothes, "Let's head up and

the stairs, ensuring a pair of wet shoes, "Maybe wait

my shoes, saying, "I can carry you

in surprise. "Oh, no, that's

the words, aware that we had become the center of

go

reached out, taking the

me. It was like

were too

grown up together, where

so I never experienced that spark

I think I understood what Conrad meant

water splashing

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

doesn't mind getting dirty,

him these days; you're quite

flushed and my

upstairs. The door was ajar,

to the bathroom where Ernest was working on the tap,

after so many years,