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.

curious about what he had to say, with Ernest around,

let us get too far. "I'm on a tight schedule, Mr. Wagner.

face clouded with obvious irritation. "You're doing this to

remark came out of nowhere, leaving

fine. You want to make me jealous by flirting with other men, go ahead. But don't involve

a moment, but then I got it, especially his last comment made me

Jefferson about us, but I hadn't

annoyed me. "Conrad, do you think everyone acts like

attractive eyes at me. I

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

topic. "Whether you two have

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

So familiar that

sides, clenched into fists.

over, Mr. Wagner. Quit clinging on, sending me texts just to delete them later. And stop grilling me every time

been confronted like this before. Over the years, I