No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 299

"Felicia is a pushover!" That was what Conrad and Haley used to think of me. My non-confrontational attitude made them think I was an easy target, but little did they know I couldn't care less.

Since that was the case, I had to show them even the softest peach had a pit.

My sharp words instantly made Conrad's face turn sour. "Felicia."

"Let go!" I snapped at him again.

But he didn't. Instead, he said, "I'm not blaming you. I just, um, wanted to let you know."

"Trying to make me sick?" My words were harsh. Each one aimed to sting him. "No need. I don't want to hear it."

My words got under Conrad's skin, his temples throbbing with visible veins. I knew he was holding back, biting his tongue. His eyes trembled as he looked at me, a departure from his usual storm-out-the-door reaction.

But it was different. After holding my gaze for seconds, Conrad spoke, "The amusement park is opening as scheduled, and I want you there."

I felt a tightness in my chest, unable to voice my refusal. That amusement park meant more to me than only a project I was involved in. It held a special significance.

I genuinely wanted to be there. When it was first under construction, I dreamt of standing at its highest point on opening day, sharing the moment with my dad.

But at the moment...

"If you don't want to go because of me, I can stay away that day," Conrad sensed my dilemma, offering such a compromising statement.

I looked at him. "No need."

After that, I also delivered a heartbreaking retort, "You've meant nothing to me long ago."

Conrad's face stiffened, and he murmured in a low voice, "Do you have to sting me with your words to feel satisfied?"

I didn't engage further, instead reaching for the car door. "I have things to do."

"Will you be there?" Conrad asked before letting go.

Eventually, darkness encroached on my vision. The overwhelming sensation made it clear I was in shock. As my consciousness faded, my hand reached for the phone.

Faintly, I heard someone calling my name, but I couldn't respond.

I dreamt of my parents, the accident scene, and moments I couldn't accept.

"No!" I screamed in denial.

"Licia!"

"Licia..."

A deep, calming voice reached my ears.

Flashes of my parents calling me flickered before my eyes. "Licia, how about we have pasta for lunch?"