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.

was bringing furniture

bad. If danger lurked, I figured knocking on his door

to my swing and book until a knock

all smiles, "I'm so sorry,

being able to help me

smiled back, "It's no

furniture already in place, I asked, "When is

a hurry, but then called early

nodded, making small

to figure out. But he seems nice. Don't worry, I've told him to

to get along

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

you," I said, fetching the

by the time I returned, Mrs. Thompson was already back in her apartment, seemingly on a

plainly painted room and

finishing

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 himself," she

a quick look around and found an excuse to return to