No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 107



At the pool hall, Jefferson caught sight of Conrad aggressively slamming balls into pockets, a sure sign he was there to blow off some steam.

Without attempting to intervene, Jefferson picked up a cue stick and approached, "Same old. You in or not?"

Conrad ignored him, continuing his solo game until failing to pocket a ball after several attempts led him to toss his cue stick onto the table and storm out.

Seeing this, Jefferson followed, "What's got Felicia under your skin this time?"

"Keep her name out of your mouth," Conrad snapped.

Jefferson laughed. "No one else gets you this worked up. Can't handle that she's moved on?"

He always hit the nail on the head.

Conrad spun around, grabbing Jefferson by the collar, "Cut it out."

"What did I do?" Jefferson said, unfazed.

Conrad let go, biting back his actual worry of Jefferson getting too close to Felicia. Admitting that would mean acknowledging his feelings for her.

could he

teens, Conrad accepted she'd be his future wife. He never resisted the idea; instead, he

She was always by his side, obedient and within reach. But now, she was drifting away, even challenging

he was losing something very

what you're doing," Conrad

love Felicia," Jefferson pointed out

scoffed, "Love her? It's just habit, like playing pool with your left

Jefferson sighed, "Then why the

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doesn't see what's good for her. Forget it, she can do whatever she wants. I'ma done" Conrad waved dismissively, not wanting to

coffee. Conrad sat quietly, lost in thought, until he finally spoke, "She loves me. She wouldn't have said those things if she wasn't jealous. Just needs

sweet-talk her," Jefferson suggested, pouring him a

women too much. Do it once, and they'll expect it

women meant to be cherished? What else? Just for

not what I mean,"

"Then what?" Jefferson pressed.

gaze locked,

to articulate his feelings

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