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.

realize how Conrad never really saw me as a girlfriend but

tightened around my waist as he playfully suggested, "Seems like

was at a loss for words, understanding his implication but choosing not to

cut through, "Felicia, you feel better

calm in his voice, his face was twisted in

moment, I saw the depths

Ernest's arm still firmly around my waist until

as I was about to open

him, my back pressed against the car. His eyes, deep and luminous as the night sky, held mine in a gaze that sent

had stirred something in him.

was just to make Conrad back off. Don't read

in his eyes flickered and dimmed. "You

after all," I replied, forcing a

grip tightened. "You're

the only way to make him believe," I

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