No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 175



I could feel Ernest shudder under my touch, clearly taken aback by my sudden kiss. But in the next moment, his strong hands were clasping my waist tightly. As I pulled away from his lips, I smiled cheekily at him, "Consider that a reward for being such a brave boy getting your shot."

The words had barely left my mouth when I was reminded of how Conrad dreaded needles. He despised them, much like a child dreads the boogeyman, to the point of suffering through illness rather than facing the needle's pinch.

I used to cajole him endlessly, treating him as though he were a frightened toddler, even covering his eyes during the ordeal and letting him bite down on my arm to distract from the pain.

So, whenever Conrad was through with his shots, I'd breathe a sigh of relief as if I'd accomplished a mission. He'd then demand a reward—a dance, a song, or some trinket as his prize.

Anyway, the moment Conrad has to get a shot for being sick, he morphs into a big baby.

A really bothersome big baby, if you ask me.

But today, Ernest was all chill and bold, didn't need my nudging or even me eyeballing as the needle jabbed in.

He suggested I take a walk instead, worried I'd be bored.

stark contrast made me realize how Conrad never really saw me as a

waist as he playfully suggested, "Seems like I'll have to get sick

understanding his implication but choosing not to respond

Conrad's voice cut through, "Felicia, you feel better

him. Despite the calm in his voice,

that moment, I saw

Ernest's

was about

him, my back pressed against the car. His eyes, deep and luminous as the night sky, held

stirred something in him. So, I needed to clear

Conrad back off. Don't read too

in his eyes flickered and dimmed. "You

all," I replied, forcing a laugh that felt more hollow

tightened. "You're

to make

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