No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 695

I didn't answer but instead turned the question back on him. "Conrad, how did you know about the car accident?"

Upon hearing that I was unharmed, he released me and leaned against the doorframe. "Of course, I knew because I..." He paused, giving a wry smile, "...because I had someone watching over you." Watching over me? So, he had someone tailing me.

The thought that my every move was being monitored stirred a wave of inexplicable anger within me. I sneered, "Well, your guy did a fantastic job, didn't he? I almost got hit, and I didn't see him rushing to my rescue." "Yes, I've already fired him," Conrad admitted, looking at me again. "I'm having someone investigate who hit you."

That was a relief. It saved me the trouble of doing it myself. "Let me know when you find out."

Conrad fell silent, just standing there, looking utterly exhausted.

I didn't want to prolong this encounter, especially since I wasn't alone in the house.

"Conrad, it's getting late. You should head back," I urged him to leave.

"I don't want to go back," he shook his head. "Felicia, ever since we broke up, I can't bear being at home. I don't want to go back."

house feels so empty. My parents don't talk, and the atmosphere is just suffocating. It's nothing like the warm and welcoming place it

it was to have a family

gone. It's a cliché, but only those

to come to this? I don't want this," Conrad said, looking at me. "Felicia, I wish I could turn back time or

naive. Rebirth and time travel were things of novels

So, you might as well make the

"A present without you

loved me. Now, I suddenly realized I might have misjudged him. Maybe he had always loved me but didn't know how to express

his current suffering

even if he now realized he loved me, what good was it? I didn't love him

period, it won't hurt

in that depth... The anger of unrequited love, of a prodigal who

him well. So, before he could lash out, I

door, Conrad pressed against it. "Felicia, why is your heart so hard? Why

overthinking it.