No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 273



Why's Conrad all bloody? Did he get hurt?

Dreams like this usually mean something, right? Like this one time, the night before my folks had that terrible car crash, I dreamed my two front teeth fell out, blood everywhere, scared me half to death.

And then, the next day, my parents... they were gone, just like that.

In my panic, I nearly missed the concerned gaze from Ernest. Only when his hand touched my forehead, wiping away the cold sweat, did I snap back to reality.

"Had a nightmare?" he asked gently.

That made me realize that when I was calling for Conrad in my dream, it was Ernest who heard me.

But I don't want him getting the wrong idea, so I explain, "I dreamed Conrad was standing at the end of the bed, covered in blood. I asked him what happened, and he wouldn't answer me."

If it worries you that much, why not give him a call now?" Ernest

a twinge of jealousy under normal circumstances? Had it been Conrad beside me, I was sure he would've been jealous. I glanced outside

my hair with the usual tenderness,

exhausted to think anymore and quickly fell back asleep. In my drowsy state, I

and my body ached as if it had been torn apart and put back together. I lay there recalling last night's moments with Ernest, the unsettling

But the vivid image of him bloodied in my dream was too disturbing to ignore. Even

over ten

had become like family.

he was alright, not by calling Conrad, but Dustin Wagner. Since I had turned down Dustin after he confessed his feelings, he had been considerately distant, making it even harder for

I needed

his voice gentle

I greeted, hesitantly. "How have you

was light and cheerful, immediately easing my anxiety

park is planning to open?"

approach for such inquiries. Nheless, he responded, "We haven't gotten the final go-ahead from Conrad's