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.

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

Conrad

up. "Felicia, I forgot to mention we're preparing Conrad's

the wedding. Why are you setting up a bridal suite here?"

still stay here from time to time, during holidays, or just if it gets too late," Jacqueline retorted with a playful scold

mind, right?" Jacqueline then

Jefferson echoed in my ears,

surprisingly answered

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

as he closed the door behind

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

flushed. "I'll just

sharp gaze. My heartbeat quickened, and my breathing

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

my hands clutched at

and passionate kiss, unlike any kiss we had shared. During all our years together, our kisses

nervous that my