Chapter 147
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Chapter 147
I chuckled, “I’ll try my best to get along with the new neighbor.”
“Oh, Felicia, do you have a mop? I came over in a hurry and forgot to bring one. I just want to clean the floor before handing over the keys,” Mrs. Thompson said, a bit embarrassed.
“Sure, I’ll get it for you,” I said, fetching the mop from the bathroom.
But by the time I returned, Mrs. Thompson was already back in her apartment, seemingly on
a call.
I took the mop across the hall, observing the plainly painted room and its simple furnishings–a bed and a desk with bookshelves.
Mrs. Thompson, finishing her call, thanked me and began to explain, “This young man didn’t mind the old furniture, just insisted on a new bed and bookshelf. I didn’t agree at first, but he was willing to pay for them himself,” she said, shaking her head.
I didn’t comment, just took a quick look around and found an excuse to return to my apartment.
The call I had been dreading never came. I even called my friend, Fanny, to test my phone–it worked fine.
Fanny, upon hearing about my ordeal and Ernest’s chivalrous rescue, immediately said, “Felicia, you’ve got to get serious with him. This guy sounds amazing, and I can’t wait to meet him.”
Swinging lazily, I replied, “When it’s time to get serious, you’ll meet him.”
Fanny clicked her tongue, “Sounds like you’re smitten, too?”
glanced at my polished toes, “I’m not heartless
Ernest had rescued and helped me more than once.
“The sun has its spots, and it’s true. Felicia, I’m so glad you’re moving on from Conrad, that
jerk,” Fanny said, the one person in the world who genuinely cared for me without any ulterior motives.
