No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I shifted uneasily, my gaze locking with his deep, sharp eyes, feeling an unexpected twinge of guilt.

I looked away and stepped forward, muttering, "It's not that. I don't want people getting the wrong idea."

"Right," he responded, his tone leaving me clueless about his thoughts.

I didn't press further. After all, we were adults and should understand boundaries and tact. Besides, he didn't seem like the type to gossip.

The silence between Ernest and me grew awkward until I finally broke it. "How soon can we get the lights adjusted?"

Ernest shrugged. "Hard to say."

I frowned, remembering the promise I made to Conrad. "We need it done in twenty days, tops."

Ernest looked at me, and I braced for his response, only to hear a noncommittal "Hmm."

Was that a yes?

With nothing more to discuss, though I could've brought up our landlady, Ethel, I chose not to. Bringing her up would just make things weirder, especially since she's partly why Ernest and I are in this weird spot.

That silent walk seemed to last forever, and I was so nervous that my back was covered in sweat.

It puzzled me. I had faced Conrad, my ex-fiancé, with composure, yet standing beside Ernest, a man from a failed blind date, left me unsettled.

Finally reaching the control room in silence, the person in charge was already waiting. After a brief introduction, they took Ernest to review the amusement park's electrical plans.

When they finished, I asked, "Any issues?"

"None!" His response left me cold. If nothing were wrong, why did Ernest need to inspect the place? His presence implied he suspected the power supply affected the lighting.

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Confused, Ernest suggested checking the control room. The lead technician didn't object and led the way, with Ernest and I following. Ernest observed silently, and I tagged along cluelessly, doubting my understanding of the technical details.

Ernest interrupted the silence. "This isn't a 220V line. What equipment is it powering?"

The technician glanced at the generator's label. "It's for the park's larger machines."

"I'll need a list of these devices, their locations, and the lighting arrangements," Ernest directed his request to me.

I nodded. "I'll have Deborah bring them over."

After making the call, I caught up and found Ernest discussing another power supply issue.

He looked confident, and his rugged features and work attire gave him a cold, tough vibe. Lost in my observation, Ernest suddenly called, "Come here."

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The technician nearest to me reached out, but Ernest was quicker. His arm intercepted, wrapping around my waist securely.

His firm grip and large hand on my waist made me feel more delicate than I expected.

Just then, footsteps approached. "Felicia, I've got the..."

Deborah's voice trailed off, clearly shocked by the scene she walked in on.