No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 401

Chapter 401

Chapter 401



Herschel's struggle to speak was so palpable that tears instantly flooded my eyes.

I had seen Herschel in many lights - bold, towering, a force to be reckoned with. But never like this, so frail and diminished.

"Don't cry, Felicia... don't cry," Herschel said, mustering his strength to lift his hand, aiming to wipe away my tears.

I clasped his hand firmly, using my own shirt to dab at my eyes instead.

Wait!

The shirt wasn't mine; it belonged to Conrad.

He had whisked me away from the hotel, at a time when I was merely in my pajamas. Once we got into his car, he offered his jacket to me.

I had wanted to refuse, but clad only in a spaghetti strap nightgown, I wasn't in a state to meet anyone. So, I accepted, and had been wearing it ever since.

"Yeah, no more tears," I said, lifting my tear-streaked face, managing a strained smile.

me, his gaze tender yet filled with complexity, unsettling me. I gripped his hand tighter. "Herschel, you're going to be okay. You have to

my own body," Herschel's voice

so many storms in his life,

remind me of

was a stranger

I never exchanged a

must be happy in another

must have been beautiful, then," I said

your mother was... she was

right?"

you... are a good kid. You

sentiment; he felt regret and guilt about Conrad's

happy now. Ernest treats me well," I didn't want him to dwell on what Conrad owed

reply, just watched

saw me, his gaze hadn't

tell me, and Conrad had flown me here on

this meeting.

so I asked, "Herschel, what did you want to tell me?"

"Stop looking

this was

moment, I swallowed the dryness in my throat. "Why? Herschel, why can't I look into

eyes flickered briefly. "Because... I want you

to do with investigating