No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I suddenly pushed Conrad away with all my might, "I told you I'm not leaving, why can't you just drop it? I want to stay right here, and whether I get devoured by wolves or nibbled by stray dogs, it's none of your business."

Conrad's face twisted in discomfort, "Felicia..."

"Conrad, there's nothing between us anymore. My life isn't your concern, and I sure as hell don't want it to be," I said, my words sharp and final.

Pain flickered in Conrad's eyes, a shattered look that he couldn't quite hide. He stared at me for a few seconds, "Felicia, this is your choice. Just don't come to regret it."

"I've never regretted my decisions," I hit back with equal force.

Clearly, Conrad got the message. His expression hardened, and he turned away.

But after a couple of steps, he paused, pointing a stern finger at Henrik, "I'm warning you, don't hurt her. Or I swear, I'll put everything on the line to make you pay."

With one last look at me, Conrad left.

Watching him walk away, something familiar tugged at my heart...

"He still loves you," Henrik whispered, almost like he was twisting the knife.

I looked down at the grass beneath my feet, "Expired love isn't worth holding onto, no matter how sweet it once was."

Henrik chuckled lightly, "You're a sensible girl."

I wasn't sure if he was praising my clarity in matters of the heart or the choices he laid before me.

Had I chosen to leave with Conrad, I was certain Conrad wouldn't have been able to walk away from this place.

"Let's go grab something to eat. I had a chef whip up some American comfort food just for you," Henrik said as if he was treating an old friend.

Funny, I was technically his captive, yet he was treating me like a VIP guest.

He wasn't wrong; the meal was lavish, including my all-time favorite, mac and cheese.

So, this wasn't a random kidnapping. He had done his homework on me, investigating my likes and dislikes.

Realizing I had been followed without my knowledge sent a wave of discomfort through me.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

"Not eating?" Henrik placed a spoonful of mac and cheese onto my plate.

"It just doesn't taste right," I

managed after sipping the soup and

g on the sides, avoiding the

È and cheese altogether.

Henrik knew I was doing it on purpose, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he handed me a brand new smartphone after dinner, "Foryou."

I didn't take it. He gave a shallow laugh, "It's still in its packaging, untouched. I promise."

He knew I had destroyed my previous phone, suspecting he had tampered with it.

Eyeing the pristine packaging, I scoffed. With his resources, tampering and resealing a phone package would be a piece of cake.

But I didn't call him out. Instead, I simply said, "I don't want it. I have no use for it."

He frowned slightly, "Still don't trust me?"

"It's not just about trust," I paused, "You should know, I have no family, no lover. I have no one to call."

Henrik's gaze deepened, then he nodded slightly, "As you wish."

I appreciated that he didn't press the issue.

Getting up to leave, Henrik

mentioned, "Try to get some sleep.

I'll be out for a bit. I'll be back the day aftertomorrow for the match"

Why was he telling me his plans?

I didn't respond, and he added, "Quinn will be coming too."