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.

had to say, with Ernest around, it felt inappropriate. So, I followed

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

tracks, his face clouded with obvious irritation. "You're doing this to get back at me, aren't

His remark came out of nowhere,

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

then I got it, especially his last comment made me

us, but I

him suspect others, which annoyed me. "Conrad, do you think everyone acts

seem to catch my drift, squinting those attractive eyes at me. I couldn't help but scoff, "Even going after

expression darkened instantly. "Felicia, I've told you, Haley and I

topic. "Whether you two have

tired of me? Is that why you're making such a big deal

that's what you think, then so be it. Didn't you say we're too familiar? So familiar that there's no interest?" I was bringing up

sides, clenched into fists. "What

clinging on, sending me texts just to delete them

never been confronted like this before. Over the years, I had always been the compliant, docile