No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 275

"Hey, Felicia!"

Jimmy gave me a cheeky wave as he spotted me.

"I've been waiting for almost an hour, Felicia. You're late today," he teased, shaking his wrist to show off his watch.

I tried to keep my cool as I approached him.

Today, I ditched the heels for flats—my legs were just too sore.

"Feeling off today, Felicia?" The kid had a keen eye, noticing something was amiss.

My steps faltered slightly, betraying my discomfort.

I couldn't give him the satisfaction of a response, so I just plopped down in front of him, trying to appear unfazed. "Out with it. What do you want?"

He ignored my question. "Rough night, Felicia?"

The little rascal seemed to hit the nail on the head with each question.

I straightened up, trying to regain some composure. "Speak up or shove off. Otherwise, I'm calling the cops for harassment."

"Heh," Jimmy chuckled. "Still holding a grudge, huh?"

"Cut the crap. What do you want?" I already had my phone in hand.

"I wanna date you, Felicia," he grinned like a Cheshire cat.

I didn't show any annoyance because I knew his claim was just to get a rise out of me.

If I got mad, that would just play into his hands.

"You're underage, aren't you? If you wanna date me, have your parents talk to me," I said, adopting a teacher-like tone.

"Felicia, are you free this weekend?" Jimmy suddenly asked.

I ignored him, but he leaned in closer. "It's my birthday this weekend. I'll be coming of age, so could you attend my birthday bash as my girlfriend?"

Looking at his smug face, I was reminded of the phrase, "A frog aspiring to eat swan meat."

It seems there was at least one liar among the siblings, but they shared a common trait: vanity.

Haley was too proud to spend Conrad's money just for show, and Jimmy, lacking any real background, paraded around in branded clothes to boost his ego.

Whether he used Conrad's money or not was his own business.

I stood up, "Well, at least you have some pride."

"Of course, I..." Jimmy started, but he was cut off by a knock at the door.

I glanced over and saw Ernest.

My heart skipped a beat. Why was he here?

Was he here to start a fight?

If that was the case, things could turn ugly fast.

Anxiously, I was about to tell Ernest to leave it be when I heard his chilly voice ask, "Director Hudson, do you need any help?"