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.

that her smile seemed off, but I didn't dwell on it and

at the doorway, Conrad looked back

forgot to mention we're preparing Conrad's room as your bridal suite.

are planning to move out after the wedding. Why are you

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

right?"

Jefferson echoed in my ears, leaving me unsure how to

Conrad surprisingly

thing I knew,

as he closed

the atmosphere filled with an awkward tension and perhaps a hint of something more. It felt

flushed. "I'll

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

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

hands clutched at him.

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

that my