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

his future wife.

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

like he was losing something

you're doing," Conrad glared

you love Felicia," Jefferson pointed out

just habit, like playing pool with your left

sighed, "Then why

èt

it, she can do whatever she wants. I'ma

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

her," Jefferson suggested, pouring him a cup of

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

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

not what I

"Then what?" Jefferson pressed.

locked,

to articulate his feelings

"Felicia might act up but she'll come back