No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 149

The line went dead, leaving me hanging in a silence that spoke volumes.

Though the door in front of me remained closed, my gut had already pieced the puzzle together.

A moment later, the door swung open, revealing Ernest clad in a grey loungewear, a casual contrast to the tension of the moment.

Turns out, my new neighbor was none other than him.

Turns out, he hadn't been absent these past few days; he had moved in right across from me.

Turns out, he wasn't working late hours but had come early to stay close and watch over me-though from across the hallway, he never breathed a word.

And, he must have hatched the plan to rent the place across mine while fixing my sink!

Seeing him, everything clicked into place.

"Come in," Ernest invited, his demeanor cool, utterly unfazed by my discovery.

In reality, his moving in was nothing wrong, and my shock was perhaps an overreaction, but I couldn't bring myself to simply greet him with a calm hello.

I stood rooted at the doorway, staring him down, "Mr. Collins, don't you think you owe me an explanation?"

"Come inside, and I'll explain," Ernest shifted aside, making room.

With gritted teeth, I stepped in.

Despite knowing he was probably here for me, I couldn't shake off my irritation.

Irritated that he seemed to be playing games with me.

As I entered, I paused, taking in the changed interior. I had seen this place before, and it was nothing like what it stood before me now.

The furniture that used to fill the room was gone, leaving just a sofa in an empty living room. It looked like the place had been cleared out, hardly seeming like someone lived there.

"Where's all the stuff?" I couldn't help but ask.

Ernest looked at me, "Did you come by earlier?"

Always dodging my questions, my frustration with his evasiveness mounted.

Under my glaring scrutiny, he pointed towards a room not far, "I've packed everything up in there."

Just a sofa for him?

A normal living space would at least have a TV stand or a small table for a coffee cup or a phone.

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Ernest met my gaze head-on, "Because you're across."

He was straightforward, at least.

I scoffed, "You're scarier than that blind date guy, moving right across from me."

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After a brief silence, Ernest admitted, "...Yeah."

He admitted it?

True to his military background, he faced the consequences of his actions head-on.

I was at a loss for words, even more upset, "Yeah, what does that mean?" "Wanting to be the first to catch the breeze," Ernest's reply had a poetic touch.