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."

much, why not give him a call now?" Ernest suggested,

under normal circumstances? 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, "I'm so tired;

softly, his large hand stroking my hair

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

woke up again, it was already nine in the morning; I was definitely late for work. Ernest had left, and my body ached as

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

over ten

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 considerately distant, making it even

needed

Dustin answered, his

greeted, hesitantly. "How have you

and cheerful, immediately easing my anxiety about

when the amusement park is planning to open?" I found myself making

approach for