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 when I opened the door, turning back to look

at the doorway, Conrad looked back at

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

planning to move out after the wedding. Why are you setting up a bridal suite here?"

retorted with a playful scold and proceeded to lead Conrad to my room door. "You two are about to get married. Staying together shouldn't

you don't mind, right?"

to Jefferson echoed in my ears, leaving

surprisingly answered for

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

Conrad said as he closed the door

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

"I'll

but he caught me, locking my eyes with his sharp gaze. My heartbeat quickened, and my breathing

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

hands clutched

a fierce and passionate kiss, unlike any kiss we had shared. During all our years

was so nervous that my