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

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

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

losing something very valuable

you're

love Felicia,"

her? It's just habit, like playing pool with your

sighed, "Then

èt

for her. Forget it, she can do whatever she

sat quietly, lost in thought, until he finally spoke, "She loves me. She

suggested, pouring him

Do it once, and they'll expect it

his coffee, "Aren't women meant to be

I

"Then what?" Jefferson pressed.

locked, Conrad

to articulate his feelings

"Felicia might act up but she'll