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."

before Conrad spoke again, "Felicia, when are you free? I'll pick you up. Let's have

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

casually, "Not sure when I'll be free. Maybe I won't finish up by lunchtime. Besides, aren't you always busy with something

in my voice, then fell silent

think about if he could walk out on me the night

into it. "I'm busy right now. If there's nothing else, I'm

didn't respond, so I ended the

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

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

I had to make the trip as part of the process. Walking the site left

found a place to sit and rest, and Deborah noticed my discomfort. "Felicia,

foot," I didn't hide it. If we weren't in the field, I'd have loved

my face. "Felicia, you seem off, not

blinked in surprise before Deborah gestured to her face. "You look

that to anyone. And when a

be PMS," I found an excuse, then pretended

chatterbox, and I feared her probing would leave

a shadow loomed