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.

bringing furniture for a new

neighbor, especially after last night's creepy date, suddenly didn't seem so bad. If danger lurked, I figured knocking on

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

Thompson, all smiles, "I'm so

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

smiled back, "It's

the furniture already in place, I asked, "When is the new neighbor moving

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

making small talk, "Such a

he seems nice.

best to get

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

for you," I said,

the time I returned, Mrs. Thompson was

the mop across the hall, observing the plainly painted room and its simple

Thompson, finishing her

and bookshelf. I didn't agree at first, but

around and found an excuse to return