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."

it worries you that much, why not give him a call now?" Ernest suggested, surprisingly encouraging me

jealous. I glanced outside at the dawn's early light, snuggled deeper into Ernest's embrace, and murmured, "I'm so tired;

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exhausted to think anymore and quickly fell back asleep. In my drowsy state, I felt Ernest's kiss on my forehead and heard his whisper, "You're still worried about

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

Ernest, Conrad was still causing disturbances. But the vivid image of him bloodied in my dream was too disturbing to ignore. Even though there was no romantic

anymore, over ten years,

had become like family.

alright, not by calling Conrad, but Dustin Wagner. Since I had turned down Dustin after he confessed his feelings, he had been

I needed to

his voice

greeted, hesitantly.

and cheerful, immediately easing

just wanted to ask if you knew when the amusement park is planning to open?" I found myself making an

Deborah Walker would have been my usual approach