No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 11



"Felicia, Mr. Wagner's on the line for you." Deborah Walker, who had tagged along with me, extended the phone toward me.

I had underestimated Conrad's persistence. In such a situation, I could only take the phone and respond formally, "Mr. Wagner, what can I do for you?"

"Felicia," Conrad's voice was deep, laced with evident remorse, "Why did you leave so early today? I got home, and you weren't there."

Realizing he wasn't talking shop, I stepped away. "Went out for breakfast."

Conrad apologized to me. "Sorry, I... got held up last night. Couldn't make it back."

A chill ran through me, my lips curling into a mocking smile. "And why was that?"

Conrad was silent.

I held my breath, giving him a way out. "Couldn't find a caregiver?"

Conrad replied calmly, "Yes."

when are you free? I'll pick you up. Let's have lunch

since we last had a meal together. According to what Jimmy had said the night before, Conrad had been staying with Haley. Was his sudden invitation for lunch a guilt trip for bailing on me the previous night or a sudden strike of conscience? I didn't know or bother to waste my time

sure when I'll be free. Maybe I won't finish up by

heavy, perhaps catching the sarcasm in my voice, then fell

think about if he could walk out on me the night

and didn't want to drag personal matters into it. "I'm busy right now. If

so

the day included discussing with partners and on-site inspections. After wrapping up the discussions by ten in the morning, Deborah

theme park construction project, with me in charge of monitoring all its phases. Eighty percent complete,

deviations from the blueprints were unlikely, given the partner's compliance, I had to make the trip

and Deborah noticed my discomfort. "Felicia,

a sore foot," I didn't hide it. If we weren't in the field, I'd have loved to kick off my

"Felicia, you

blinked in surprise before Deborah gestured to her

night would do that to anyone. And when a woman's mood was off,

excuse, then pretended to

was a chatterbox, and I feared her probing would leave

shadow