No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 8



Conrad told me about the heated love his parents shared in their youth, a passion that eventually simmered down to a comfortable calm. Maybe that was just what love would be like in the end.

"Mom, Dad!"

"Jacqueline, Herschel!"

Conrad and I greeted them, each to our own.

"Have you two eaten yet? There's plenty of food left if you're hungry," Jacqueline said gently.

"We've had dinner," Conrad answered, then looked at me, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

I barely touched my dinner, but then, I wasn't hungry. "No, I'm good."

"Then head upstairs to rest. I'll have the housekeeper bring up some milk," Jacqueline said, smiling.

didn't dwell on it and went upstairs. But I paused

the doorway, Conrad

coming up. "Felicia, I forgot to mention we're preparing Conrad's room

Felicia and I are planning to move out after the wedding. Why are you setting up a

you move out, you'll still stay here from time to time, during holidays, or just if it gets too late," Jacqueline retorted with a playful scold and proceeded to lead Conrad to my

mind, right?" Jacqueline

Jefferson echoed in my ears, leaving me unsure how

surprisingly

at him, and the next thing I knew, his arm was around

he closed the door

an awkward tension and perhaps a hint of something more. It felt like our wedding night, especially

cheeks flushed. "I'll

Conrad's grip, but he caught me, locking my eyes with his sharp gaze. My heartbeat quickened, and my breathing grew heavy.

hand, gripping my arm, slowly moved up, resting on

hands clutched at

any kiss we had shared. During all our years together, our kisses had always been brief, never venturing too deep. But

so nervous that my teeth chattered, preventing