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."

off the dirt on his clothes, "Let's head

was still rushing down the stairs, ensuring a pair of wet shoes, "Maybe wait

at my shoes, saying, "I can carry you

"Oh,

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

embarrassment. "I'll go

the keys from

racing through me. It was like being struck

ang were too

grown up together, where

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

I think I understood what Conrad meant when he talked to

the water

is that your boyfriend? He seems like a capable young man, really

getting dirty, diving right in," another

see many like him these days; you're

cheeks flushed and my

soon receded, and I followed upstairs. The door

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

right; after so