No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 101



As expected, the moment Jacqueline's call came through, it was to summon me home for dinner. Deep down, I knew the dinner was just a pretext; she definitely had something else up her sleeve.

"Jacqueline, I've already had a taste of those pies you sent over, but getting home lately has been a bit of a stretch. The amusement park project is on a tight deadline, and I'm swamped night and day. I'll swing by when I catch a break," I declined but made a vague promise.

"Ah, this Conrad, why would he put on you such a tight deadline? I'll give him a piece of my mind," Jacqueline feigned anger.

"Jacqueline, it's not his fault. The project's timeline was set in stone from the get-go," I explained.

Business is business, and Conrad never hassled me at work for our personal grudge.

"Alright then, work comes first," Jacqueline hung up, her disappointment and discontent clear as day.

But it couldn't be helped. Work was pressing, and even if it wasn't, it's not like I could just drop everything and head over to the Wagner's on a whim. Perhaps with time, she'd come to accept that.

Life's all about hellos and goodbyes. There was a time with my parents, then with Conrad, and now, with the Wagner family.

During breakfast with Deborah, Ernest was nowhere to be seen.

"Huh, wasn't Mr. Collins supposed to join us for the trip to the amusement park? Why'd he leave early?" Deborah mused.

I stayed silent, but Deborah nudged me with her shoulder. "Felicia, Mr. Collins really cares about you, you know. He specifically asked me to come over last night to check on you after you drank. Were you drinking with Mr. Collins?"

"No!"

Deborah was full

"He saw."

see." Deborah eyed me, trying to read

bother, there's nothing going on between Mr. Collins and me," I gave

is something. I mean, I find Mr. Collins dreamy, but it's just admiration, like how I feel about movie stars." Her head was clearly on her

I ended the topic and quickly finished our breakfast to head to the amusement

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our work,

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the car;

something to discuss. If I wouldn't go to the Wagner's, she'd

told Deborah and walked over to

car, and the driver opened the trunk,

everyone," Jacqueline announced, catching

shouldn't have gone through the trouble," I felt

takeout every day isn't good for you. It's neither tasty nor nutritious. Call them over

was busy with