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."

"Without you, the house feels so empty. My parents don't talk, and the atmosphere is just suffocating. It's nothing

I never realized how precious it was to have a family that laughs and talks together. Now

had once it's gone. It's a cliché, but only those who've experienced

don't want this," Conrad said, looking at me. "Felicia, I wish I could turn

and time travel were

a do-over. So, you might as well make the best

present without you feels like

Now, I suddenly realized I might have misjudged him. Maybe he had always loved me

current suffering

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

period, it won't hurt as much," I told him, and

was anger in that depth... The anger of unrequited love, of a prodigal who wants to return but finds no path

these years, I knew him well. So, before he could lash out, I said calmly, "You should go.

I moved to close the door, Conrad pressed against it. "Felicia, why is your heart so hard? Why

you're overthinking it.