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."

got up, dusting off the dirt on his

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

my shoes, saying, "I can carry you

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

aware that we had become

"I'll go up and take a look. Give me

the keys from my

It was like

ang were

grown up together,

hands or hugging was the norm, so I

Conrad meant when

upstairs, the water splashing under his steps,

"Sweetheart, is that your boyfriend? He seems like

mind getting dirty, diving

see many like him these days; you're

cheeks flushed and

and I followed upstairs. The

heading to the bathroom where Ernest was working on

so many years,