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."

quickly got up, dusting off the dirt on his clothes, "Let's head

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

my shoes, saying,

in surprise. "Oh, no,

the words, aware that we had

to catch the hint of embarrassment. "I'll go up and take a look. Give me the

the keys from

was like being struck by lightning.

ang were too

grown up

hands or hugging was the norm, so I never experienced that spark

Conrad meant when he talked to

his way upstairs, the water splashing under his steps, almost

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

he doesn't mind getting dirty, diving right

don't see many like him these

cheeks flushed and my

and I followed upstairs. The door was ajar,

bathroom where Ernest was working on the tap,

after so many years, corrosion