No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 762

But all I could see was his silhouette against the moonlight. The moon was bright, casting his familiar outline in a clear, almost tangible way. Yet, he seemed so distant.

"Conrad, thank you," I whispered to his retreating back. Without his help, I wouldn't have been able to get close to Mrs. Clark so smoothly. Perhaps her prompt agreement was partly due to him, too. In moments and places I wasn't aware of, he was quietly supporting me.

Perhaps, this was his way of showing his love, the best he could offer.

In that instant, under the moon's gentle glow, I found my peace. Letting go of ten years with Conrad...

They say a breakup feeds your youth to the dogs, but not for me.

Back in my room, instead of sleeping, I took a picture of the moon and posted it on social media with a single word: "Let go."

messaged me: "What are you letting go

texted her: "Aren't you asleep yet?

and a note: "Baby number 1385." That

urge to have one of my own welled up inside me. So, I closed the chat with Fanny and drafted a message to Ernest: "Come back. Let's have a

went unanswered, sinking like a stone in a deep sea. Even though I knew he wouldn't reply, the silence was disappointing. I

lost in thought,"

briefed her upon my arrival here. I had also shared the secret of the urn with

had mentioned the data collector in the urn

asked how it collected data-certainly not through his phone, which would undergo strict scrutiny. Pondering this, I asked Fanny: "Do you think Ernest has a chip implanted, allowing him

out information?"

with an eye-roll emoji and a note: "How would I know? Ernest is your man. If you don't know what's in him, why

Ernest, and if there were, it wouldn't be visible to the naked eye. Otherwise,