No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 89

"Stuck solid!"

"It's been rusted for years."

"The ground's raised too, burying the tap deep down."

...

The onlookers chattered among themselves, but my gaze was fixed on Ernest.

I hadn't expected him to lay flat on the ground, his temples and arms bulging with veins from the effort, a testament to his strength.

Yet, despite his attempts, the tap remained unmoved, his face turning a shade of red from the strain...

"Young man, don't bother yourself any further. We've already had a few burly men try their hand at it," Ethel, our neighbor, called out to Ernest, noticing his exertion and offering a word of caution.

My heart went out to him, "Ernest, let's leave it. I'll call someone."

No sooner had I spoken than I saw Ernest relax, "Alright then."

He quickly got up, dusting off the dirt on his clothes, "Let's head up and check."

The water was still rushing down the stairs, ensuring a pair of wet shoes, "Maybe wait till it slows down a bit."

Ernest glanced at my shoes, saying, "I can carry you up."

I blinked in surprise. "Oh, no, that's really not necessary."

My cheeks flushed with the words, aware that we had become the center of attention.

Ernest seemed to catch the hint of embarrassment. "I'll go up and take a look. Give me the keys."

He reached out, taking the keys from my hand.