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

at the doorway, Conrad looked

we could head downstairs, Jacqueline was already coming up. "Felicia, I forgot to mention we're preparing Conrad's room as your bridal suite. For now, Conrad stays in

and I are planning to move out after the wedding.

late," Jacqueline retorted with a playful scold and proceeded to lead Conrad to my room door. "You two are about to get married.

don't mind, right?" Jacqueline then

in my ears, leaving me unsure how to

Conrad surprisingly answered

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

Conrad said as he closed the door

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

cheeks flushed. "I'll

me, locking my eyes with his sharp gaze. My heartbeat quickened, and my breathing grew heavy. Conrad cleared his throat, stepping closer, sending shivers down

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

my hands clutched at him.

kiss we had shared. During all our years together, our kisses had always been brief,

that my teeth chattered,