No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 24



Ivan was Conrad's secretary.

I remained silent, and he lowered his gaze. "Felicia, what do you want from me? Just tell me, okay?"

His voice was weak, helpless, and even a bit defeated. It was rare to see him like that.

I voiced my thoughts, "Conrad, we've broken up. You don't have to make it hard on yourself. You can take care of her however you want."

He shook his head, then closed in on me, trapping me between the bathroom sink and his chest. "Don't even think about it. We're getting our marriage license tomorrow."

"Conrad, do you want to marry me?" I echoed his conversation with Jefferson, confronting him directly, "We're too familiar with each other, to the point that you're not even interested in sleeping with me, right?"

"Felicia, I told you that was a joke. You saw I had feelings for you that night..."

"Conrad," I cut him off, not wanting to revisit that night, "That night is a shadow I can't erase in this lifetime, do you get that?"

His pupils dilated, and then he seemed at a loss for words. "What do I need to do for you to forgive me and stop talking about breaking up?"

I had already told him, yet he asked again, but I didn't want to repeat myself.

I pushed him away. "Move. I'm hungry and want to get something to eat."

"Fine, I'll cut off all contact with Haley," he said, pulling out his phone to block Haley on social media and in his contacts. "Happy now?"

When hearing the irritation in his voice, I gave a bitter smile. "Conrad, are you afraid I'll tell your parents about us breaking up and you'll get scolded? I can keep it quiet for now."

"Felicia, that's not it. I want to marry you," Conrad paused, "Even though we haven't gotten our license, had a wedding, or even been intimate, in my heart, you've been my wife for a long time."

My heart quivered at the word wife. When my parents were alive, my dad never hesitated to introduce my mom as his wife publicly. My dad said introducing my mom as his wife was the highest and most formal recognition, different from girlfriend, honey, or whatever.

Conrad wouldn't have said so if he didn't truly see me as his wife A crack appeared in my hardened heart.

"Felicia, we all heard about what happened at the office yesterday, and we've told Conrad off. He knows he was wrong," Jacqueline brought up the topic at the dinner table.

"It's okay, Jacqueline, I'm not holding it against him," even though I considered them like my own parents, I couldn't act as spoiled as a true heiress before them. I was discontent.

"Felicia is a reasonable child. She and Conrad have known each other for many years. I'm sure they understand each other's feelings," Herschel interrupted.

"That's why we're afraid of losing

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such a good girl like Felicia to someone else. Conrad needs to marry her quickly," Jacqueline skillfully steered the conversation toward getting the marriage license the next day.

Conrad looked at me then, a hint of panic in his eyes.

I looked back at him. "Conrad, tell me in front of your parents do you still want to marry me?"

"What kind of question is that? Conrad, speak up," Jacqueline interjected.

Conrad still had his eyes on me, his gaze deep and swirling emotions I couldn't decipher. "Felicia, I want you to be my wife. Please don't turn me down."

Everyone turned their eyes to me, waiting for my answer.