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

water was still rushing down the stairs, ensuring a pair

glanced at my shoes, saying, "I can carry

"Oh, no, that's really not

words, aware that

the hint of embarrassment. "I'll go up

reached out, taking the keys from my

was like being struck by lightning. It was something I hadn't

were too

up together, where

or hugging was the norm, so I never

I understood what Conrad meant when

upstairs, the water splashing under his steps, almost

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

dirty, diving

like him these

cheeks flushed and my heart

water soon receded, and I followed upstairs. The

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

right; after so many

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