NovelAppChapter 76 "Why did he ask that?" I couldn't wrap my head around it, so I shot back a puzzled look.
Ernest didn't reply. He had already grabbed a quick bite and headed to the amusement park ahead of time. Overnight, the park's electrical issues were all sorted, and Ernest kicked off a comprehensive check on the lighting. I was playing the role of the inspector - he'd adjust, I'd check. If it wasn't right, he'd tweak it again. And I finally understood what he meant the night before about not letting physical issues hinder work. The guy was practically a machine, non-stop, turninginto a spinning top. I hardly had a chance to take a sip of water, sometimes intentionally avoiding it for fear of needing too many bathroom breaks.
In the tit tookto make a round, he could have adjusted another set of lights, waiting onto approve so we could move on. It was a bottleneck.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter three days, I was totally spent, my mouth riddled with canker sores, yet Ernest, who also skipped out on drinking water, seemed perfectly fine. Turns out, I was the delicate one in front of a man.
"Felicia, you better drink swater before you turn into a dried-up Ethel," Deborah, who shared a room with me, was all too aware of my ordeal and felt for me.
I cracked a smile and said, "Even all dried up, I'd still be a pretty damsel." With that, I tipped back my head to gulp down swater, just as Ernest's gaze met mine. Our eyes locked unintentionally, and I nearly choked. "Why are you rushing, hon?" Deborah patted my back to ease the cough.
That's when Ernest cdown, grabbed a bottle of purified water, and started chugging it down.
His gulping was quick, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly. I found myself swallowing reflexively.
It was a physical response, I knew.
But for sreason, I was particularly sensitive to Ernest's throat movements.
Did I have a thing for Adam's apples? This thought madechoke on my water again, prompting Deborah to pat my back. "Felicia, why do you keep choking? You haven't gotten sores in your throat too, have you?" Her words drew Ernest's attention, and I quickly shook my head, "No, just choked." "You've got sores?" Ernest's focus seemed to be on my lips.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI pursed them, shaking my head again, "No." "That's not true. Felicia's been avoiding water, scared it'll slow down Mr. Collins' progress. Now her mouth's a mess, and she can't even eat right." Deborah, ever so blunt, spilled everything.
Ernest stepped closer, towering over me, "Open up." I froze, and so did Deborah, puzzled.
The next moment, Ernest's hand was my Omy chin, forcing bet take a look. After he , he announced, "Canke sores."
He turned to a wide-eyed Deborah, "Go get a bottle of watermelon frost spray and santi-inflammatory medicine for the sores." Deborah nodded, uttered an "Oh," and turned to leave.
But then she spun back around, "Mr. Collins, aren't you an electrician? How cyou know medical stuff?" Still in the awkwardness of having my chin grabbed, I managed, "He was in the military." Deborah looked at me, about to say something, but Ernest cut in, "Aren't you going?"
"I..." Deborah's mouth was still moving, but after locking eyes with me, she seemed to remember something and obediently left. I turned to Ernest, saying, "In the future, you..." Before I could finish, Deborah shouted, "Mr. Wagner, hello!" My heart skipped a beat. Conrad Wagner? Ashburn X
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