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."

dusting off the dirt on his

the stairs, ensuring a pair of

saying, "I can carry you

blinked in surprise. "Oh, no, that's really not

that we had become the

go up and take a

the keys from my

brief touch sent a shock racing through me. It was like being struck by lightning. It was something I hadn't felt

ang were too

up together, where

the norm, so I never experienced

I think I understood what Conrad meant when he

way upstairs, the water splashing

"Sweetheart, is that your

he doesn't mind getting dirty, diving

don't see many like him these

cheeks flushed and my heart started

I followed upstairs. The door

Ernest was working on the

so many