No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 174



Listening to Haley's conversation with the nurse, I only then learned that she had taken a tumble at the amusement park today, causing some distress to her pregnancy. Trouble had finally found its way to us. But who could be blamed? She had brought this upon herself.

After getting her IV set up, Haley and Conrad chose to sit opposite me and Ernest. It seemed like Conrad was itching for a confrontation tonight. But upon sitting down, he didn't utter a word, just sat there. With him silent, Ernest and I decided to treat him like he wasn't there. However, Conrad was clearly on the prowl for trouble; there was no way he'd stay quiet for long.

Barely two minutes of silence passed before he challenged me, "Felicia, what was the meaning of bringing him home today?"

I figured he'd be ticked off about the stuff that went down tonight, and sure enough, I was right on the money.

I maintained a calm demeanor. "It means I'm starting a new chapter."

Conrad scoffed, casting a disdainful glance at Ernest. "With him?"

him," I replied, placing my hand

let out a sarcastic laugh, "Felicia, you've always blushed when you lie since we were kids.

made me forget; I instinctively wanted to touch my ears but resisted. Showing any sign of weakness now would undermine the facade Ernest and I

furious expression morphing into a sly smile, as if to say, "I don't buy

ears also turn red when she's angry," Ernest

as if to say, "What's it to you?" But Ernest's observation was a reminder to me; indeed, my ears did get red when I was mad,

did Ernest know? Had he noticed during the few days we'd known each other? If so, that was incredibly

just looking at you makes my ears red," I retorted to

just snorted mockingly. "You're just flaunting that you're

was downright shameless, hinting at something more intimate, which was clear from the red spreading

felt a warm kiss on the back of it. Ernest had taken direct action in response to Conrad's verbal jabs. Though I knew Ernest's kiss was part of our act,

with tearful, pleading eyes, "I just want to get through