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.

feeling that her smile seemed off, but I didn't dwell on it and went upstairs. But I

doorway, Conrad looked back

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

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

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

you don't mind, right?"

words to Jefferson echoed in my

Conrad surprisingly answered for

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

said as he closed the door behind

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 spread across

flushed. "I'll just

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 shoulder, then my neck, as he leaned

my hands clutched at

years together, our kisses had always been brief, never venturing too deep.

nervous that my teeth chattered, preventing any further