No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



Dustin's eyes dimmed noticeably. When he had offered to style my hair earlier and I'd dodged, but didn't flinch when Conrad touched me, it was clear favoritism. Anyone would feel awkward in his shoes.

But after our heart-to-heart, Dustin didn't let it show. Even when I caught his eye, he just gave me a calm smile and joked, "Looks like you're still getting used to Rad's closeness."

I was at a loss for words.

Conrad replied, "Well, yeah. She almost ended up being my wife."

I was totally speechless.

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Conrad glanced at Dustin, his eyebrows raised in a 'did I say something wrong?' expression.

"Your forehead feels a bit warm," Conrad said, pulling back and then he called a passing nurse, "Could we get a thermometer over here?"

"It's probably nothing..." I started, but Conrad cut me off.

"It's not up to you," he said, and right on cue, the nurse arrived with a digital thermometer, pressing it to my forehead.

"99.5°F."

Conrad instructed the nurse, "Please inform the doctor about this and check if the blood results are in. We need to know if it's an infection or just a chill from being in the cold."

He sounded so professional, you'd think he was a doctor himself.

The nurse left to follow his instructions, and Dustin had already got me some hot tea, "Drink some of this, Felicia. You're probably just cold."

The care from both brothers was impeccable but also a bit overwhelming.

Just as I was about to suggest they leave, Conrad took the initiative, "Bro, you should head back. Aren't mom and dad taking you to that matchmaking dinner tomorrow? Don't stay up late; you need to look your best."

I was surprised, "Dustin, you're going on a date? Why didn't you mention it earlier?"

Dustin offered a soft smile, "Didn't get the chance, Rad showed up."

That was a dig at Conrad for interrupting our conversation earlier, and Conrad's face darkened a bit.

Though they appeared to be close, there was an undercurrent of rivalry.

I wanted no part in their quiet battles, nor did I intend to be a pawn in their games.

"Congratulations, Dustin," I said. "The girl your parents have chosen must be outstanding."

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catch in his parents' eyes once.

Too bad things didn't work out with the Wagner family.

"Dustin, Felicia needs her rest," Rad practically ushered him out.

Dustin touched my head gently, and this time, I didn't pull away, "Rest well. I'll come to see you tomorrow."

"No need, I'll be heading home soon," I declined.

Dustin laughed, looking at Conrad, "Take good care of her, or I'll complain to mom and dad."

"There won't be a need for that," Conrad said, glancing at his shoes, "Oh, and ordered a couple of pairs of new shoes. I'll have Ivan send one over to you. Wearing the ones picked, you're sure to impress on your date."

"No thanks, keep them. After all, mom and dad are also setting up dates for you," Dustin said, giving me a quick wink before leaving.

The brothers were clearly at each other's throats, playful yet competitive. I could only feign ignorance.

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