No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 203

"Herschel..." My voice trembled in shock as I barely whispered.

"Felicia," Herschel tried to muster a smile as he called my name.

"Your hair..." I reached out, wanting to touch his hair.

He looked puzzled for a moment, "What about my hair? Is it messy?"

Then, my tears started to fall.

Seeing me cry, he was even more astonished, "What's wrong? Why the tears? Did Jacqueline say something? Don't believe her; she loves to make a fuss over nothing."

Herschel seemed oblivious to the fact that his hair had turned completely white.

Just a few days ago, I saw him with a head full of dark hair, but now, although not entirely white, it had turned about eighty percent white.

It was as if he had transformed into a different person, from a vigorous middle-aged man to an elderly one in an instant.

I couldn't bring myself to say anything, especially since he wasn't aware of it himself.

I stepped forward and hugged him, tears streaming down my face.

He gently patted my back, "Don't cry, what's there to cry about? I'm fine. I just wanted some alone time. Jacqueline keeps nagging me, and now she's brought you here too."

He thought my tears were because I was worried about him locking himself in his study for a day and a night.

I shook my head against his shoulder, my throat feeling as if it was being squeezed.

"Come, let's sit inside. I will make you a cup of coffee," Herschel seemed to be in a slightly better mood.

But I knew he was just trying not to worry me.

His hair turning white overnight said it all.

"Herschel," I stopped him, "Let Conrad be... Don't worry or bother about him anymore."

Sensing something was wrong, I quickly got up and went over, "Herschel..."

I couldn't finish my sentence, realizing why Herschel had stopped. He saw his white hair reflected in the glass door of the cupboard.

"Herschel," I softly called, grabbing his arm.

He snapped back to reality, then smiled bitterly, "So that's why you were crying."

His attempt at laughter made my heart ache even more, "Herschel, how did you, just..."

I choked up again, unable to continue.

"Come now, I'm over fifty, it's normal for my hair to turn white. This way, Jacqueline won't have to worry about any young ladies eyeing me. Suddenly turned into an old man, who'd be interested," Herschel joked in an attempt to cheer me up.

But I couldn't bring myself to smile; instead, I pressed my face into his shoulder, sobbing softly.

Herschel's hand stroked my hair, "Alright, no more tears. Everyone gets old..."