No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 148

As Fanny and I were deep in conversation, the sound of a door opening and closing from the apartment across the hall caught my attention.

The landlady had mentioned earlier that a new tenant was moving in today. It looked like the new neighbor had arrived.

"Hey Fanny, do you think I should go over and say hi to my new neighbor? You know, just in case something like last night happens again, it might be easier to ask for help," I pondered aloud.

"If your neighbor is a guy and you knock on his door the moment he moves in, he might think you're either too nosy or hitting on him," Fanny joked, making me laugh.

"Really?" I questioned.

"Absolutely."

Alright, I decided to wait for a chance encounter then.

I figured running into your neighbor from across the hall was pretty much unavoidable.

But I was wrong. The next two days passed, and I hadn't seen the new neighbor. Even Ernest hadn't come by again.

So much for playing the hero once and not worrying about the creep from the blind date coming back for revenge.

This realization made my budding affection for Ernest wane a bit.

Until the weekend evening rolled around, and I hadn't received any calls about being fired, which meant I was starting my new job tomorrow.

While I was picking out clothes for my first day, Deborah called me, "Felicia, how come you're not keeping up with what's happening at the amusement park anymore?"

"I'm not in charge anymore, so it's not my place to interfere," I quipped.

But deep down, I was still concerned. Ernest had left me a note saying everything was going smoothly, so what was there to worry about?

It was then I realized how much I trusted Ernest.

But even that was enough to stun me.

Ernest? It looked like him, but that seemed improbable.

Lost in thought, my phone buzzed, and Ernest's soothing voice came through, "Hello—"

"Where are you?" Instead of asking about the amusement park, I blurted out this question.

Because I had a feeling I wasn't mistaken, nor was I seeing things.

The person just now seemed to be him.

"What's up?" He didn't answer my question but asked one of his own.

After a brief pause, I hurriedly left my apartment, crossed the hallway to the opposite door, and spoke into the phone, "Open the door."