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 not

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

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

like he was losing something very valuable to

exactly what you're doing," Conrad

Felicia," Jefferson pointed

It's just habit, like playing pool

Jefferson sighed, "Then why the

èt

she can do whatever she wants. I'ma done" Conrad waved dismissively, not wanting to dwell on the

sat quietly, lost in thought, until he finally spoke, "She loves me. She wouldn't have said those

pouring

You can't pamper women too much. Do it once, and they'll

sip of his coffee, "Aren't women meant to be cherished? What else?

what I mean,"

"Then what?" Jefferson pressed.

locked, Conrad

to articulate his feelings

up but she'll come back