No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I couldn't help but smirk. So, it was her.

When Shirley Travis showed up, I was basking in the sun in the garden. With her high-end fashion getup, she strutted over to me, all airs and graces. "Felicia, you sure think highly of yourself, making me come all the way here to find you."

"You got it wrong. It's you who wanted to find me," I shot back, not indulging her ego.

Shirley's perfectly made-up face twisted in displeasure. "Then you should know why I'm here, right?"

She stood there, casting a shadow that blocked the sunlight for me. I couldn't help noticing from my angle how her figure, curvy in all the right places, was quite the sight.

Not just for someone like Lord Clark, but even for me, a woman, I found her both aesthetically and practically appealing.

I smiled, "No idea. Is it because your daughter wants me to play with her?"

If it hadn't been for Nancy, Shirley and I wouldn't have crossed paths, nor would we be having this conversation.

It was also here that I bumped into her and Lord Clark that day.

“Felicia, cut the act," Shirley was aggressively domineering.

I pursed my lips, "Act? What act? I'm all natural."

Shirley's perfect figure surely had some work done.

As expected, my words made her face turn beet red. Pointing at me, she retorted, "I know you're jealous of me, but let me tell you, I'm all natural. You can go check if you don't believe me."

I burst out laughing at her response, realizing that while she had a top-tier figure and face, her brain was somewhat amusing.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

I guess it makes sense. If she were smarter, she wouldn't be messing around with someone like Lord Clark as a mistress.

I didn't want to waste my breath on her any longer, setting aside my amusement to ask her seriously, "So, what do you want from me?"

"You know exactly what," Shirley was fuming.

I honestly had no clue, since most of what she imagined was baseless.

"Ms. Shirley, I'll give you three minutes. You better speak up," I summoned my authoritative tone.

Though I'd been an assistant for years, I was Conrad's assistant, and as his fiancée, my position was second to none.

Perhaps my demeanor stunned Shirley, her arrogance slightly fading as her lips moved, "Stop seducing Lord Clark.”

Oh, please.

I laughed, realizing why Grant mentioned it seemed like a wife catching a mistress. Shirley had mistakenly thought I had that kind of relationship with Lord Clark.

Standing up to match Shirley in height, I looked her straight in the eye, "Given you sought me out, you should've researched who I am, Do you honestly think I'd be interested in some old geezer buried up to his neck in dirt?"

My words visibly drained the color from her face.

She was young, probably younger than me, yet willing to be with a man like Lord Clark.

Thinking about Lord Clark's status, I could guess this woman had her own reasons.

As I was leaving, I didn't part on a sharp note but rather pierced through her thoughts, "I know you're worried about Lord Clark taking a liking to me, affecting your standing, or more bluntly, you're afraid of losing the wealth you and Nancy could inherit, right?"

Her beautiful eyes widened in shock; I had hit the mark.

It seemed her relationship with Lord Clark wasn't about love but economic dependency. As to why, I had no interest in prying, merely leaving her with a light smile "Goodbye."

"Felicia," she called out just as I took a few steps away.

Turning back, I saw Shirley looking at me, her eyes trembling, "Can we... can we be friends?"