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.

off the feeling that her smile seemed off, but I didn't dwell on it and went upstairs. But I paused when I opened

Conrad

already coming up. "Felicia, I forgot to mention we're preparing Conrad's room as your bridal suite. For now,

move out after the wedding. Why are you setting up a

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 then asked

in my ears, leaving me

problem," Conrad surprisingly answered

at him, and the next thing I knew, his arm was around my shoulder as we entered the

Conrad said as he closed the

the atmosphere filled with an awkward tension and perhaps a hint of something more. It felt like our wedding night, especially with the roses spread across

flushed. "I'll just

caught me, locking my eyes with his sharp gaze. My heartbeat quickened, and my breathing grew heavy. Conrad cleared his throat,

slowly moved up, resting on my shoulder, then my neck, as he leaned

hands clutched at

fierce and passionate kiss, unlike any kiss we had shared. During all our years together, our kisses had always been brief, never venturing too

that my teeth chattered, preventing any further