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!

did he know about

told him. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. That woman, in her

around me like an annoying bee, clearly too invested

along,

looked genuinely shocked, his reaction amusing me to

his stunned silence, I strutted into

flowers from your beau? Such

one of a

off with a smile,

tactful compliment shut them up, sending them back

the roses on the couch, playing with the card before scanning the number left intentionally. He was daring me to call, likely to give him a piece of my

if I'd waste my saliva

card into the bin,

to be was a message from

my phone by my phone

texts were always straight to

in my chair, I

are you

Me: [Texting you.]