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

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

until a

all smiles, "I'm

was apologizing for not being able to help

smiled back,

door across and the furniture already in

called early this morning wanting to move in right away,

small

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

chuckled, "I'll try my best to get along

bring one. I just want to clean the floor before handing over the keys," Mrs. Thompson said, a bit

I'll get it for you," I said, fetching

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

took the mop across the hall, observing the plainly painted room and

finishing her

young man didn't mind the old furniture, just insisted on a new bed and

a quick look around