No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 186



I made my way over to Fanny's place, finding her luckily at home.

"Hey, what was so urgent you had to call me in the middle of the night? I was dead on my feet after a long shift and couldn't call back. Are you sick or something?" Fanny remembered the incident as soon as she saw me.

I kicked off my shoes and padded deeper into her house on the plush carpet. "If I was sick, I'd probably be ashes by now."

Fanny wrapped an arm around my shoulders, a teasing lilt in her voice, "Oh come on, you mad at me?"

"No, I know you're swamped with work. It was nothing, really," I brushed off, not wanting to bring up Ernest's illness just yet.

Fanny wasn't buying it. "Middle of the night calls are never 'nothing"."

"It was about Ernest," I finally confessed, not wanting Fanny to worry that it was something about me.

Fanny handed me a glass of freshly squeezed watermelon juice. "That guy is really stepping up his game. Licia, if you don't hold on to him, you'll regret it for life."

My heart was still tangled up with thoughts of Conrad, so I took a sip of the juice to avoid responding. "Conrad and I are done for good."

Fanny scoffed. "Weren't you two over a long time ago?"

the distance. "This time it's for

mood, Fanny clinked her glass against

good to you, though. Why would you

to me but not to you, it's all for nothing," Fanny

stop thinking about him. Drink up. We'll go grab some delicious food soon," Fanny proposed, clinking our glasses together

determined, dragged me out anyway. "After we eat, I'll take you bar-hopping. How

her lab coat, Fanny transformed into the epitome of "don't judge a book

mentioned a new

that had opened up, promising to treat me to foie gras. As luck would have it, the restaurant was right next to the

out of the car when I

seemingly lost in thought.

She looked... pitiable.

she sent me that message and called. She

spiked, especially

her sitting

for

me

and making my dinner

gestured toward

to her. You go

Fanny didn't