No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 233



Late at night, when most sensible folks were winding down, my phone lit up with a friend request. It was from a man. My gut churned uneasily - this was off.

Despite Jefferson saying Allen wouldn't dare cross a line with me, a woman's intuition whispered caution. And accepting a man's request in the dead of night? That screamed recklessness.

Choosing to ignore it, I continued my chat with Fanny, my heart sinking as she spoke of a successful surgery completed by Allen and his well- matched partner. I could sense her disappointment. Love, as I knew it, thrived on equality and harmony. Fanny was exceptional, but next to Allen's worldly demeanor, she felt overshadowed.

I swiftly changed the subject, wrapping up our conversation before my gaze returned to Allen's pending request. Trouble seemed to trail him, but I needed answers about my father's mysterious death – a risk I had to take.

Conrad popped up, eerily echoing Ernest's earlier warning: "Stay away from Allen!" Their concern, while

downed at a local BBQ stand earlier making me too lazy to even consider

after some yoga and a strong coffee, I accepted Allen's

work, Grant's

too swamped with backlogged tasks to dwell on it. By lunch, I was ready to stretch my legs, and Grant's invitation to lunch didn't surprise me. His eyes, however, lacked

vef

from Grant about my weight, a common concern masked as flattery. My appetite had been spoiled by memories of Ernest's cooking - a

for the influence of growing up in

While pondering over Ernest's

a delicious

dine out felt