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,

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

shoes, saying,

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

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

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

reached out, taking the keys from my

a shock racing through me. It was like being struck by lightning. It was

were

grown up

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

Conrad meant when he talked to

upstairs, the water splashing

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

mind getting dirty,

like him

and

I followed upstairs. The door was ajar, the floor

was working on the tap, "This part's cracked, probably corroded due to

after so many