No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 138



I laughed. "Ernest, I've made myself clear. If our goals aren't the same, it's best we go our separate ways."

"But you need a boyfriend, right?" he asked me.

"Sure, I do. But I can't keep up with a military man like you. I'll find another way," my words seemed to deepen the intensity in Ernest's eyes.

I thought he would try to stop me or compromise, but I overestimated my importance. He said nothing.

"Goodbye. Sorry for the abruptness," I said, turning to get into my car and driving away, almost like I was fleeing the scene.

breath, and regretted the impulsiveness provoked by last night's drinks. I should've considered anyone else, even Jefferson, to play the role of my boyfriend instead of stirring trouble

parents' gravesite. Aside from Memorial Day and the anniversaries of their deaths, I seldom visited there. But lately, I'd been

there, barely wilted, suggesting the visitor had been there no more than a

their daughter, only our family friends, like Herschel and Jacqueline, would remember. Could it have been them who visited? But if it was, why hadn't Jacqueline mentioned it?

moved the wilted

headstone, my heart felt heavy, but I smiled. "Mom, Dad, have you been

Conrad and I broke up. I'm sorry I couldn't fulfill the wish you, Herschel, and Jacqueline had for us to marry." "Mom, Dad, I think you'd prefer my happiness over fulfilling

away the wilted flowers, I noticed they were daisies, not lilies. In all the years with

them.

them. If not them, then who? My curiosity turned into a perplexing sensation. Could there have been an old friend