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.

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 with Ernest. But what

the anniversaries of their deaths, I seldom visited there. But lately, I'd been

there, barely wilted, suggesting the visitor had been there no

friends, like Herschel and Jacqueline, would remember. Could it have been them who visited? But if it was, why hadn't Jacqueline mentioned it? I was puzzled, but considering my

wilted flowers aside

my heart felt heavy, but I smiled. "Mom, Dad, have you been missing me? I've been dreaming about you

the wish you, Herschel, and Jacqueline had for us to marry." "Mom, Dad, I think you'd prefer my happiness

it was time to go. As I was about to throw away the wilted flowers, I noticed they were daisies,

them.

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