No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 7



Haley had a close call, but thankfully, the baby was fine, and she was back in her hospital room. Her face was ashen, eyes rimmed red, making her delicate features more poignant against her pallor.

"Don't worry. The baby's fine," Conrad reassured her.

"Conrad, I'm so scared," Haley sobbed.

Conrad handed her a tissue, and as Haley took it, she also grasped his hand, burying her tear-streaked face against it.

Seeing her like that, it was hard not to feel possessive. Was it really fair for her to cling to my fiancé as if he were her own, just because she was vulnerable?

I approached them. "Hey, the doctor mentioned stress isn't good for the baby. You've been through a lot to keep this child. Crying like this might bring more issues."

As I spoke, I gently pulled her away. But the sight of Conrad's hand, wet from her tears, left a bitter taste in my mouth. I'd always been a bit of a neat freak, emotionally as much as in any other aspect of my life.

Haley seemed stunned by my actions, her expression stiffening before she calmed herself.

"Conrad, I'm sorry. Look at me..." she started, reaching to wipe his hand with a tissue.

intercepted, "Haley, you shouldn't strain

froze again, her tearful eyes locking on Conrad

bluntly

was quick to

I wanted a clear answer. I hated to be

and after a few seconds, he murmured,

Just friends, huh?

to look after Haley before he died." Conrad's voice trembled, a clear sign of how deeply

just that Haley seems too

the pregnancy," Conrad explained, his gaze meeting mine. "Felicia, I'll be keeping

now on."

Yet, I couldn't help but add,

of what I'd just witnessed. It

toward us cut his words off. "Be careful Conrad's low voice sounded as I was about to move aside, his hand pulling me back

echoing in my ears,

had fallen

Conrad

to the infirmary.