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.

he not

in her teens, Conrad accepted she'd be his future

became his girlfriend. She was always by his side, obedient and within reach. But now, she was drifting away, even challenging him for another

felt like he was losing something very

you're

Felicia," Jefferson

her? It's just habit, like playing pool

Conrad's denial, Jefferson sighed, "Then

èt

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

some 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 me to sweet-talk

her," Jefferson suggested, pouring him

much. Do it once,

sip of his coffee, "Aren't women meant to

not what I mean,"

"Then what?" Jefferson pressed.

gaze locked, Conrad

to articulate his feelings

on, "Felicia might act up