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."

worries you that much, why not give

Had it been Conrad beside me, I was sure he would've been jealous. I glanced outside at the dawn's early light, snuggled deeper into Ernest's embrace, and murmured,

hand stroking my hair with the usual tenderness, showing no

fell back asleep. In my drowsy state, I felt Ernest's kiss on my

again, it was already nine in the morning; I was definitely late for work. Ernest had left, and my body ached as if it had been torn apart and put back together. I lay there recalling

frustrated that even after a sweet night with Ernest, Conrad was still causing disturbances. But the vivid image of

anymore, over

had become like family.

Since I had turned down Dustin after he confessed

I needed to

his voice gentle and

I greeted, hesitantly. "How

was light and cheerful, immediately easing my

park is planning to open?" I found myself making an excuse to keep the

was a pretext; calling Deborah Walker would have been my usual approach for such inquiries. Nheless, he responded, "We haven't gotten the final