No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 834

Seeing Yolande all nervous and feeling guilty made me feel pretty bad inside. Here she was, a woman who had grown up with a silver spoon in her mouth, waiting on me hand and foot, and yet I had played her like a fiddle.

But there was no other way. I had to put on a sad and dejected act, leaving Yolande flustered and desperate enough to call Conrad for help. That way, Conrad, worried about me, would have no choice but to come over.

Just as I had planned, I had barely made it upstairs when I overheard Yolande on the phone with Conrad. "Mr. Wagner, I messed up the task you gave me. Felicia is upset. Well, not upset exactly, but she's crying and feeling down..."

I couldn't hear what Conrad was saying on the other end, but I caught Yolande's response, "Okay, okay, just get here quickly."

Hearing that, I breathed a sigh of relief, went back to my room, and flopped onto the bed. I sent a quick text to Yolande: Sorry, I lost control of my emotions earlier. I'm not mad at you; I just started missing my parents.

She replied almost immediately: I'm sorry I brought up something that hurt you.

Message received. Yolande came upstairs to find me, and we exchanged a knowing smile.

She let out a relieved breath, "Phew, you finally smiled! I was so nervous, I had to call for backup."

I knew exactly who she had called, but I didn't say anything.

Mr. Wagner back and tell him not to come. I've managed to cheer

words, I panicked. If I had known this would happen, I would've held off on apologizing to Yolande. It's just that I couldn't

come. It's pretty boring around here, and it'll be nice to

playful glint in her eyes, "You did this on purpose, didn't

clever too, especially someone like Yolande, who even Ernest trusts to

beside me, "Alright, spill it. What's the deal with this whole teary-eyed act to get

clear eyes, unsure if

what Ernest had

too. But then again, if he had trusted her

side of caution. I lowered my gaze, avoiding Yolande's eyes, "I'm just worried about Banny. I wanted him to come over and

called him directly. Wouldn't that have been simpler?" Yolande wasn't

simpler, but letting him see my worried tears in person has a

tears, let alone a man who's head over heels in

Yolande's eyes, Conrad still loved me. Maybe he did. She had mentioned earlier that Conrad had asked her to take

no longer showed his love for me openly.

in silence, that's true love, isn't

with Ernest standing in