No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

It seemed necessary to let him know how I felt.

"Conrad, what you dismiss as minor, I find intolerable. After all these years, you should know better than anyone that I can't stand any deceit," I said, stepping aside to put some distance between us.

"My love doesn't need to be a fireworks show, but I will not share my man with anyone else, not even the slightest bit. I want all or nothing," I turned as I spoke, curious to see Conrad's reaction.

But instead, I locked eyes with Ernest, who was standing just a few steps away, apparently having overheard our conversation.

Our glances met briefly before I looked back at Conrad, who seemed annoyed with my 'unreasonable' demands. "Felicia, you've got to understand that those days of lifelong loyalty are gone. Don't live in a fairy tale.."

Indeed, temptations are everywhere now; the simple love stories of old seem to be a thing of the past.

I smiled faintly, "If that's the case, then I'd rather have nothing at all. I won't settle."

Conrad was speechless at my retort. "Conrad, let's make this our last discussion about us. We're done, and as Mr. Wagner, you should be able to let go gracefully."

Conrad sneered coldly. "Fine, we'll go our separate ways. I'm curious to see what kind of man you think you can find."

With those words, he turned and stormed off, his immaturity showing through his actions, reminiscent of a sulking child.

When Deborah came back with some medicine, she asked in a low voice, "Did you and Mr. Wagner have another fallout? He looked as mad as a ho."This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

She always had a way of lightening the mood. I took the medicine she brought, jokingly asking, "Ho? Seriously?"

"Come on..." Deborah playfully hit me. "Did Mr. Wagner come over wanting to get back together? Maybe you should give him another chance. He must still love you, otherwise, he wouldn't keep..."

"I've got this." Suddenly, Ernest interrupted, taking the medicine from my hand to open it himself.

"Deborah, seem to have lost my

markers. Could you fetch me a

couple more? One black, one

red,"

Ernest requested while opening the medicine box.

"Sure thing," Deborah, always eager to please the man who was both a heartthrob and a benefactor, hurried off. Ernest prepared the spray but didn't hand it over. Instead, he tested it in the air and then turned to me, "Open up."

"It's fine, I can do it," I said, knowing what he intended but reaching for the spray anyway.

He dodged my attempt with a simple lift of his arm, my efforts futile against his height.

"Can you see the wound in your mouth?" he asked.

Caught off guard by his question, he added, "Let me help with the spray. It's just to ensure you heal quickly and it won't affect your work. There's no need for Ms. Hudson to

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be so stubborn."

His words made it sound almost like refusing him was a personal slight.

Reluctantly, I opened my mouth for him to apply the spray.

A cool sensation filled my mouth as he sprayed, causing me to shiver slightly. Then, Ernest's hand was on my shoulder, pulling me closer to his chest. .

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I tilted my head back and the sun was so bright I had to close my eyes. I just let Ernest hold me while he kept on spraying.

In that moment of darkness, I felt as if I were floating...

It then occurred to me that although I couldn't see the wound myself, I could have used a mirror. But by then, it was too late for regrets...