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

pair of wet shoes, "Maybe wait

shoes, saying,

surprise. "Oh,

cheeks flushed with the words, aware that we had become

"I'll go up and take a look.

out, taking the

was like being struck by lightning. It was

were

grown up together,

the norm, so I never experienced that

I understood what Conrad meant when

way upstairs, the water splashing under his steps, almost

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

he doesn't mind getting dirty,

like him these

flushed and

soon receded, and I followed upstairs. The

tiptoed in, heading to the bathroom where Ernest was working on the tap, "This

was right; after so many