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."

be deceptive sometimes. If it worries you that much, why not give him a call now?" Ernest suggested, surprisingly encouraging me to

I was sure he would've been jealous. I glanced outside at the

large hand stroking my hair with the usual tenderness, showing no sign

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

was definitely late for work. Ernest had left, and my body ached as if it had been

after a sweet night with Ernest, Conrad was still causing disturbances. But the vivid image of him bloodied in my dream was too disturbing

anymore, over ten

had become like family.

down Dustin

I needed to

answered, his voice gentle and

greeted, hesitantly.

light and cheerful, immediately easing my

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