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.

dwell on it and went upstairs. But I paused when I opened

at the doorway, Conrad looked

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

Felicia and I are planning to move out after the

just if it gets too late," Jacqueline retorted with a playful scold and proceeded to lead Conrad to my room door. "You two are about to get

right?" Jacqueline then

echoed in my ears, leaving me

surprisingly answered

the next thing I knew, his arm

he closed the door behind

a hint of

flushed. "I'll just go

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

gripping my arm, slowly moved up, resting on my shoulder, then my neck, as

clutched at him.

shared. During all our years

nervous that my teeth chattered, preventing any