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

so bad. If danger lurked, I

smile, I returned to my swing and book until a knock

was Mrs. Thompson, all smiles,

being able to help me sort out

back, "It's

the furniture already in place, I asked, "When

then called early this morning wanting to move in right away, asked me to

nodded, making small talk,

"Young people are hard to figure out. But he seems nice. Don't worry, I've told him to be a good

to get along with the new

a hurry and forgot to bring one. I just want to clean the floor before handing over the keys," Mrs.

you," I said,

returned, Mrs. Thompson was already back in her apartment, seemingly on a

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

finishing

mind the old furniture, just insisted on a new bed and bookshelf. I didn't agree at

just took a quick look around and found