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 for

last 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 of the

until a knock at my

was Mrs. Thompson, all smiles, "I'm so

was apologizing for not being able to help me sort

back, "It's

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

then called early this morning

small

sighed, "Young people are hard to figure out. But he seems nice.

best to get along with the

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

you," I said,

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

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

finishing her

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,"

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