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.

at me, his gaze tender yet filled with complexity, unsettling me. I

own body," Herschel's voice

had weathered so many storms in his

me of your mother," Herschel

to mind Judie, that girl who was a stranger yet shared a striking

I

must be happy in

must have been beautiful, then,"

"Yes, your mother was... she was also

right?"

"Felicia, you... are a good kid. You

felt regret and guilt

Ernest treats me well," I didn't want him to dwell on

reply, just

he first saw me, his gaze hadn't left

me, and Conrad had flown me here

this meeting.

two minutes, so I asked, "Herschel, what did you want to tell

me, "Stop looking

was what Herschel

moment, I swallowed the dryness in my throat.

briefly. "Because... I want you

did my happiness have to do with investigating