No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 147



Sometimes, you need a sharp knife to cut through a tangled mess.

I hoped Ernest could be that knife, severing the twisted ties between me and Conrad.

After hanging up with Ivan, I continued tidying up my knick-knacks and the house, neatly folding the pink blanket Ernest had used last night and placing it on the bed.

The image of Ernest wrapped in that blanket flashed before my eyes, and I couldn't help but smile.

Life is full of hardships, but it also brings unexpected joys.

Despite Ivan's troubling news, which should have made me anxious, I felt strangely calm, even nonchalantly waiting for a call from my new job about a possible firing.

But as I cleaned every corner of my little house, even watering the flowers on the balcony, my phone remained silent. Eventually, I brewed a pot of coffee and settled into the porch swing with a book, listening to voices from downstairs. Curiously, I peeked over the railing to see a furniture delivery truck and a couple of movers.

They were taking a smoke break, chatting, when I saw the landlord, Mrs. Thompson, arriving on her electric scooter.

realized she was bringing furniture

night's creepy date, suddenly didn't seem so bad. If danger lurked, I figured knocking on his door for help wouldn't be out

swing and book until a knock at my door pulled me back

all smiles, "I'm

to help me sort

smiled back,

across and the furniture already in

said, shaking her head. "He wasn't in a hurry, but then called early this morning wanting to move in right away, asked

making small talk,

"Young people are hard to figure out. But he seems nice. Don't

my best to get along with

do you have a mop? I came over in a hurry and forgot to bring one. I just want to

it for you," I said, fetching the mop from the

was already back in her apartment, seemingly

across the hall, observing the plainly painted room and its simple furnishings-a bed and a desk with

finishing her

me and began to explain, "This young man didn't mind the old furniture, just insisted on a new bed and bookshelf. I didn't agree at first, but he was willing to pay for them

quick look around and found an excuse