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."

up, dusting off the dirt

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

saying, "I can carry

in surprise. "Oh,

with the words, aware that we had become the center of

"I'll go up and take a look. Give me the

taking the keys from

brief touch sent a shock racing through me. It was like being struck by lightning. It was something

were

up together,

was the norm, so

I think I understood what Conrad meant when he talked to

water splashing under his steps, almost

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

dirty, diving right

like him these days; you're quite

cheeks flushed and

and I followed upstairs. The door was ajar,

heading to the bathroom where Ernest was working on the tap, "This part's cracked, probably

so many years, corrosion