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.

she was bringing furniture

male neighbor, especially after last night's creepy date, suddenly didn't seem so bad. If danger

book until a knock at

all smiles, "I'm so sorry,

was apologizing for not being able to help me sort out a lease

smiled back,

at the open door across and the furniture already in place, I asked, "When

her head. "He wasn't in a hurry, but then called early this morning

nodded, making small talk, "Such a

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

my best to

and forgot to bring one. I just want to clean

I said, fetching the mop from

by the time I returned, Mrs. Thompson was already back in her

hall, observing the plainly painted room and its

Thompson, finishing her

bed and bookshelf. I didn't agree at first, but he was willing to pay

took a quick look around and found an excuse to return to