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.

to say, with Ernest around, it felt inappropriate. So, I followed Conrad a few steps

"I'm on a tight schedule, Mr. Wagner. If you have something to

in his tracks, his face clouded with obvious irritation. "You're doing

His remark came out of nowhere, leaving

get married, fine. You 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 carried a lot of

then I got it, especially his last comment made me think of

but I

which annoyed me. "Conrad, do

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

expression darkened instantly. "Felicia, I've told you, Haley and I aren't what

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

just tired of me? Is that why you're making such

that's what you think, then so be it. Didn't you say we're too familiar? So familiar that there's

clenched into fists. "What

to delete

Over the years, I