No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 77



Turning around, there was Conrad, locking eyes with me. But his first words were directed at Deborah. "Where are you headed?"

"Felicia has a mouth ulcer; I'm off to grab some ointment for her," Deborah replied. At that, Conrad strode over to us.

"Have you been drinking enough water?" he asked me, with an intimate knowledge of my habits. I tend to get inflamed easily, so I mostly stick to soups and make sure I drink lots of water. Otherwise, I'd end up with either nosebleeds or painful sores in my mouth.

After ten years of knowing each other, Conrad was well aware of this. Yet, his comment felt like a jab, reminding me of something he once said to Jefferson about being "too familiar."

Familiar to the point where he seemed disinterested in me, captivated instead by a widow.

"Is there a reason you're here, Mr. Wagner?" I responded, deliberately avoiding his question and adopting a formal, almost icy tone.

Conrad, faced with my cold demeanor, visibly frowned. He was about to speak when he noticed Ernest standing next to me. "Come over here; I need to talk to you," he said instead.

about what he had to say, with Ernest around, it felt inappropriate.

get too far. "I'm on a tight schedule, Mr. Wagner. If you

stopped in his tracks, his face clouded with obvious irritation. "You're doing this to get back

remark came out of nowhere,

flirting with other men, go ahead. But don't involve people we both know. It'll make things awkward among friends," Conrad's words carried

me a moment, but then I got it,

I hadn't expected Conrad to misinterpret my

others, which annoyed me. "Conrad,

eyes at me. I

told you,

topic. "Whether you two have something going on or not, it's

making such a big deal out of everything?" Conrad accused, turning the

then so be it. Didn't you say we're too familiar? So familiar

hands, hanging by his sides, clenched into fists. "What do you

just to delete them later. And stop grilling me every time I chat

like this before. Over the