No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Felicia Hudson's phone rang in the quiet room, breaking the silence with a clarity that seemed to echo off the walls. It was Haley's voice on the other end, her words laced with a mix of hope and desperation. "Felicia, are you with Conrad right now? Can you please get him to take my call?"

The room filled with the sound of gasps, as if on cue, and all eyes turned from me and my phone to Conrad.

Ignoring the reactions around us, I didn't even glance at Conrad as I replied coolly to Haley, "Did you dial the wrong number by mistake? Why are you looking for your man through me?"

The silence that followed was so profound, it felt as if I was the only person in the expansive lounge.

"He's not taking my calls," came Haley's weak response.

"Oh," I mocked, pulling a face, "So, if I tell him to pick up, he will?"

Before Haley could respond, Conrad had already swooped in, snatching the phone from my hands and hanging up.

Facing his visibly angry expression, I couldn't help but smile sardonically, "Mr. Wagner, acting like this will only make your lady more suspicious that I'm stopping you from taking her calls."

In the next instant, Conrad grabbed my wrist and started pulling me out of the lounge.

"Rad," Jefferson stood up in protest.

"Back off!" Conrad snapped, pushing Jefferson aside in his frustration.

Jefferson, likely worried Conrad might hurt me, attempted to follow, but someone held him back, saying, "Jefferson, don't get involved in their marital spats."

To everyone present, it seemed that despite the day's drama, there was still a chance for reconciliation between Conrad and me.

Once outside, I forcefully yanked my wrist away from Conrad, "Conrad, can you please take care of your mess without dragging me into it?"

He faced me, sternly, "You've found a new boyfriend, huh? Then why are you still so cozy with other men?"

His accusation caught me off guard. Here I thought he was angry about the public spectacle with Haley's call, but instead, he was questioning my personal life?

Remembering his past jealousy over my friendship with Jefferson, I realized he had been seething not just over the call but over my proximity to Jefferson.

Was it jealousy or something else?

was too tired to care, retorting with a sneer, Mr. Wagner, since when do you have the right to question who I'm close with?"

"Felicia, were you and Jefferson an item while we were together?" Conrad's question revealed his insecurity and pettiness.

His words made me stare at him in disbelief, "Conrad, do you honestly think everyone is as shameless as you are?"Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

He paled but didn't explode in anger, merely dropping his gaze, "I know I was wrong first. If this makes you feel better, then have it your way." His response left me confused.

Just then, the elevator arrived. As I stepped towards it, Conrad added, "Let me drive you home."

"No, thanks!" I refused bluntly.

He didn't argue but walked beside me, asking, "Does she bother you often?"

It took me a moment to realize he meant Haley.

"She comes to me when she can't find you, making it seem like in her eyes, you're..." I paused, searching for the right words, "like an accessory to me." fo

Just as I had been seen as his accessory in the past.

Conrad clenched his jaw but remained silent.

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Thinking about Haley, and realizing this mess was his doing, I couldn't help but say, "Conrad, you're being childish."

"Huh?" His confusion seemed genuine.

But I just scoffed, thinking how his acting skills had improved.

Picking up my pace, he followed closely, "Felicia, it's late, and it's not safe for you to go alone. Let me drive you. If you don't want me to, I'll have my driver take you."

By the time he finished speaking, we were already outside the hotel.