No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 257



"Ms. Hudson, got a delivery for you."

The delivery guy, balancing a bouquet of white roses in his arms, extended them towards me with a sheepish grin.

White roses, my favorite. Only someone who really knows me would choose these.

Immediately, my thoughts flew to Conrad. He's always been the one to send me white roses on my birthday and occasionally, as a sweet gesture, on ordinary days.

But today wasn't special, or was it? Why would he send me flowers out of the blue?

As I stood there, lost in thought, the delivery guy nudged the bouquet closer, clearly eager to dash off to his next drop.

Reluctantly, I took the flowers from him.

"Who's the lucky guy? Boyfriend?" chirped Grant from behind me.

I was about to dismiss his guess when a card slipped from between the flowers. Grant, ever helpful, bent down to pick it up and handed it to me. Scrawled on it was a simple message: "Girl, hope you have a great day."

That word 'girl' sent shivers down my spine, instantly bringing to mind the smug face of Jimmy Perez. Never in a million years would I have guessed it was him!

know about

the dots - Haley must've told him. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. That woman, in her

me like an annoying bee, clearly too invested in my love life for his

along, teasing, "Some

looked genuinely shocked, his reaction amusing me

his stunned silence, I

flowers from your beau? Such good taste, so

of a kind, fancying

banter, but I brushed it off with a smile, "Would I be working with you if I had ordinary

tactful compliment shut them up,

the roses on the couch, playing with the card before scanning the number left intentionally. He was daring me to call, likely

waste

into the

be was a

phone by my phone buzzing.

texts were always straight to the

in my chair, I

are you up

Me: [Texting you.]