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.

on it and went upstairs. But I paused when I opened the door, turning

the doorway, Conrad looked

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

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

time to time, during holidays, or 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

don't mind, right?" Jacqueline

my ears, leaving

Conrad surprisingly answered for

knew, his arm was

he

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

"I'll

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, stepping closer, sending shivers down

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

hands clutched at

kiss we had shared. During all our years together, our

my teeth chattered, preventing any