No More Waiting, She Chooses Love
Chapter 72

"Ms. Hudson," Ernest's voice suddenly cut through the air.

I returned to reality and turned, only to replace him standing behind me, accompanied by Deborah and the head electrician.

For some reason, Ernest seemed frosty, which made me worry if something had gone wrong. "Mr. Collins, did you replace any issues?"

"I've handed the issues over to the electricians for rectification," he replied, his tone cold.

"Ah," I acknowledged, about to ask what we needed to do next when he added, "We won't be testing the lights today."

"Uh?" I was shocked.

The head electrician immediately explained, "There's a problem with the circuit voltage that needs adjusting."

Frowning, I asked, "How long will it take?"

The head electrician said, "We should get it done today."

Upon hearing that, I sighed in relief. I was dreading it might take days.

"Is there anything else I need to do?" I turned to Ernest.

Ernest said neatly, "No."

I frowned, but Deborah was quicker to speak up, "Does Mr. Collins mean we're not needed here anymore? Can we head off early?" "Sure, you can go handle other things. We'll give you a shout if anything comes up." Ernest's response genuinely surprised me.

I had expected him to keep us burning the midnight oil, but he suggested a break.

Before I could say anything more, Ernest had walked away with the head electrician. Deborah whispered, "Girl, you've been quite the catch since you left Mr. Wagner."

"What?" I didn't catch her drift.

"First, Mr. Collins with the arm around the waist, and now, this handsome gentleman's head pat. Girl, you're popular with guys," Deborah's words made me roll my eyes.

"Enough, and that's the last time. From now on, speaking about non-work-related stuff during work hours will cost you ten percent of your bonus," I laid down the rule. Otherwise, I could guarantee Deborah would make a big deal of any interaction between Ernest and me.

Deborah immediately covered her mouth, her eyes filled with despair.

Ernest had dismissed us, but I couldn't leave yet. Even if we're not testing the lights, any small issue could mess it up. I headed to the control office of the amusement park, reviewed the lighting plans and the issues found, and even rewatched the aerial footage taken over the past few days.

It wasn't until Ernest and the team wrapped up that I joined them back at the hotel.

"Is Mr. Collins' room arranged?" I asked Deborah.

"Yeah, all set. Mr. Collins only needs to show his ID at the front desk," Deborah motioned for Ernest to hand over his ID so she could assist.

"I'll do it myself," Ernest headed to the front desk.

Watching Ernest's retreating figure, Deborah murmured, "So tall and so aloof, his charm is off the charts."

Then, catching my gaze, she quickly added, "Felicia, it's after hours now."

Admiring someone was like cherishing an object to each of their own. I couldn't object.

"Let's head up," I directed toward the elevator.

At that moment, Ernest said, "Ms. Hudson, which room are you in?"

I was shocked.

Quick as ever, Deborah blurted out, "Room 306!"

After that, Ernest told the front desk, "Place me in the room opposite or next to 306."

I was speechless.

Deborah's eyes widened, "Felicia... Felicia..."

I pulled her aside, signaling her to keep it together while I stopped there, wanting to ask Ernest why he'd like to stay so close.