No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



You should never trust a wolf to eat salad.

Conrad had mentioned that Henrik had his own reasons for wanting Jefferson to win. Now, all he hoped for was for Jefferson to clinch the game and make a quick getaway.

The game kicked off, and Jefferson took to the field.

His gaze immediately swept towards the front row, clearly exchanging looks with Ernest and Conrad, before scanning the crowd as if searching for

someone.

Finally, his eyes locked on mine, his brows furrowing instantly.

That's when Henrik raised his hand, waving at him—a reminder, but also a threat.

"See, he's getting nervous," Henrik whispered in my ear as he waved.

"Nervousness leads to defeat," I retorted coldly.

"You're wrong. You don't understand human nature. Do you know when a wolf is most excited? It's when it sees blood. Humans are the same," Henrik said with a sinister tone, earning a glare from me.

But he was too focused on the game to notice. "Why do you think Jefferson cares about you?"

Because he values relationships, of course.

But I didn't voice that thought. I had no desire to engage with Henrik right now.

"Could he also have feelings for you?" Henrik cocked his head towards me.

"Do you ever think about anything serious?" I couldn't help but scoff at him.

Henrik was unflappable, no matter how much sarcasm or disdain I threw his way, he never got angry.

"Sweetheart, you don't understand men. How much a man loves you can be seen by his willingness to put his life on the line for you," Henrik's gaze drifted to Ernest.

"Girls like you love sweet nothings or romantic gestures, but all that can be faked. Only a man who's willing to die for you in a moment of crisis truly loves you," Henrik rambled on like some love guru.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

"Look at those two guys in the front row, one is your ex, and the other is..." Henrik shook his head, "No, they're both your exes. They both loved you, and you loved them. But do you know which one loved you more?"

His words sent a chill down my spine. "What are you planning?"

Henrik chuckled, then gestured towards Jefferson with a tilt of his chin, "And this secret admirer."

"Jefferson and I are just friends," I clarified.

"Is it that he only sees you as a friend?

erik's words left me closing

S verify that later,"

eyes in resignation.

I finally understood why he had kept me around these past few days. He was using me to stir up trouble.

But there was nothing I could do

about it. could only scoff, "Henrik don't think you're some god who can control everything. Even a cornered rabbit will bite."

"Is that so? I'm looking forward to it," he replied, just as the announcer declared the start of the game.

The game rules hadn't changed much, and Jefferson's moves were sharp and cunning. Soon, he had the upper hand, as if victory was already within his grasp.

"Exactly, he won't disappoint me," Henrik said, clapping his hands joyfully.

But as Jefferson neared victory, my anxiety grew, my palms sweating, and I even felt the urge to visit the restroom.

I barely moved when Henrik held me back, "The moment of truth is upon us."

"I need to use the restroom."

"Wait, I'll go with you."

Me, "....."

Bang!

Just then, a loud sound of a ball striking echoed from the field, unusually loud, followed by gasps from the crowd.

I looked towards the field, only to see a red ball flying up, off the table, towards the audience.

"Ah-"