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.

I was about to power down my phone, a message from Conrad popped up, eerily echoing

phone, the lingering effects of the moonshine I'd downed at a local BBQ stand earlier making me too

accepted

work, Grant's

I was ready

vef

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

my discerning taste for the influence of growing up in the Wagner family, unaware that it was Ernest who had spoiled

While pondering over Ernest's

of a delicious

dine out felt