No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

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Conrad and I were both staring out of the car window when he simply said, "Yeah." It was just one word, but it was definite.

I turned to him, "You knew about this too? Then why go through all this drama?"

Conrad's jaw clenched, and he stayed silent.

Henrik got into the police car, and as it passed by, he waved in my direction.

I was inside the car, hidden by tinted windows, yet his wave clearly meant he knew I was there.

Everything was within his control, yet he ended up being a pawn in Ernest's game.

Henrik's departure wasn't the end; it marked the beginning of another plot.

A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered his words, "Conrad, Henrik mentioned there's a mastermind behind all of this."

"Hmm?" Faced with Conrad's questioning gaze, I hesitated because Henrik hadn't revealed who it was.

During my silence, Conrad spoke up, "Henrik's quite the manipulator."

It was as if he was warning me not to be fooled by Henrik.

I knew better than to take Henrik's words at face value, but I couldn't completely dismiss them either.

At the moment, I couldn't specify who the mastermind was, leaving me without a rebuttal.

The police cars left one by one, and I didn't notice Ernest among them, maybe because I was lost in thought.

"Where's Ernest Jefferson and the others?" I finally asked.

Conrad glanced at me, "They went to the station."

I stopped talking, letting Conrad drive me away. The road seemed endless, and exhaustion overcame me, so I closed my eyes.

In a daze, I heard Conrad's phone ring, "... Yeah, almost there... Okay, I'll be right over."

He went silent after that, and I shifted to get more comfortable.

"Felicia, if Ernest had a good reason for leaving you, would you forgive him?" Conrad suddenly asked.

I fluttered my eyelids but didn't open them, nor did I answer.

He took my silence as a response and didn't ask further.

"Not anymore," I said after a while.

Conrad visibly flinched and hit the gas harder, making the car lurch forward.

Seeing his shock, I explained, "If he

just left, and he had his

Mi wock, I explained, "If he

he had his reasons,

e and not hold it against

but he..."

The image of Ernest with Yolande flashed before my eyes. "But he got involved with another woman."

Saying it out loud, I finally opened my eyes and saw Conrad's reaction.

His expression was stiff.

He probably realized why I had given up on him too.

In this matter, Conrad was guilty, and he didn't say anything more.

When the car stopped, I still had my eyes closed, and Dustin, thinking was sleep, said, "Felicia, we're here, wake up."

Seeing me open my eyes, he added, "We've arrived."

I sat up, about to open the car door, but Conrad was already on his phone, "Let me."

My gaze fell on his phone, showing an ongoing call.

"Conrad," I called out to him, not saying anything else.

Confused, he looked at me, then at his phone, realizing what I was pointing out. His eyes narrowed before he put the phone to his ear, "Ernest, we've arrived. You can hang up now."