No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 138

I laughed. "Ernest, I've made myself clear. If our goals aren't the same, it's best we go our separate ways."

"But you need a boyfriend, right?" he asked me.

"Sure, I do. But I can't keep up with a military man like you. I'll find another way," my words seemed to deepen the intensity in Ernest's eyes.

I thought he would try to stop me or compromise, but I overestimated my importance. He said nothing.

"Goodbye. Sorry for the abruptness," I said, turning to get into my car and driving away, almost like I was fleeing the scene.

After I was sure Ernest couldn't see me anymore, I stopped the car, took a moment to catch my breath, and regretted the impulsiveness provoked by last night's drinks. I should've considered anyone else, even Jefferson, to play the role of my boyfriend instead of stirring trouble with Ernest. But what was done was done, and regretting it was pointless.

After calming down, I drove to a florist, picked up a bouquet, and headed to my parents' gravesite. Aside from Memorial Day and the anniversaries of their deaths, I seldom visited there. But lately, I'd been dreaming about my childhood, about Mom and Dad, as if they were calling out to me.

However, when I arrived at the cemetery, I noticed a bouquet already there, barely wilted, suggesting the visitor had been there no more than a fortnight ago.

My parents had been gone for over a decade. Besides me, as their daughter, only our family friends, like Herschel and Jacqueline, would remember. Could it have been them who visited? But if it was, why hadn't Jacqueline mentioned it? I was puzzled, but considering my recent fallout with Conrad, perhaps Jacqueline forgot to tell me.

I quickly dismissed the thought as Herschel and Jacqueline had picked the cemetery, and at the time of my parents' burial, no other relatives or friends were present. And even if there were friends, they wouldn't know this place. Who could it be, then?

Feeling an odd sense of curiosity, I decided to call Jacqueline.

"Felicia," Jacqueline answered joyfully, "I was just about to call you."

I held back my questions, "Jacqueline, what’s the matter?"