No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 237



Conrad showing up was a surprise, yet somehow expected.

Given that today was the day for the final lighting checks at the amusement park, it was only natural for him, the park's magnate, to drop by for a pre- look.

As we caught each other's gaze, Conrad already made his way over.

My hand warmed as Ernest took it in his.

I have to admit, Ernest was nailing the role of my boyfriend, especially when Conrad was around. His possessive demeanor kicked in immediately, as if marking his territory.

Conrad's eyes briefly lingered on Ernest and me holding hands tightly, but his expression remained unfazed, his tone even and calm, "What time does it start?"

The message was clear to both Ernest and me; he was here for the lighting test.

"In ten minutes," Ernest responded.

“Where's the best view?" Conrad inquired next.

Ernest's grip on my hand tightened slightly. I looked at him, and he back at me, his eyes seemingly asking my opinion.

been here countless times; he knew the answer. But by deferring to me,

one is the Ferris wheel," I replied, sticking to the official script. Conrad's gaze shifted to me and then back to Ernest, "Where will you two be observing

to join us?

probably having let go of whatever we had. What was there to be

quick run-through first, and..." Ernest paused, "Tonight's not the big final test; I just wanted to give Licia a personal tour."

that

to care, only telling him, "Mr. Wagner, feel

by Conrad, I could still feel

out anything you notice," Ernest told

I possibly notice that he hadn't already accounted

through the dazzling array of lights with Ernest was romantic,

behind us, I couldn't just pretend he was a stranger or

however, seemed at ease, occasionally explaining the technical details of our lighting setup-what issues were light-related, which were due to electrical

have left us. But as

had been following us

Ernest

in any overt displays

hands, it must have been enough to irritate Conrad. Yet he

Was he a masochist?

right. I almost forgot; he didn't love me, so he couldn't be masochistic about