No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 686

I gave a noncommittal "Oh," without bothering to inquire further, and headed straight for the conference room.

"Hey, hold on," Grant called out, his tone steady yet tinged with concern. "The male model from yesterday, he wasn't Ernest."

"I know," I replied, my voice slightly muffled as I sipped my coffee, "I was the one who buried him."

Grant gave a solemn nod, acknowledging the weight of my words, and watched as I continued into the conference room. Inside, I met the gaze of the person waiting for me.

It was Conrad.

His eyes were fixed on my face, attempting to read my emotions, but today I felt better than I had in a long time. I had taken the time to put on makeup, feeling vibrant as I left home. Also, the injury on my leg seemed to have miraculously improved overnight, making walking much less painful.

"You're late," Conrad noted, breaking the ice with a light comment.

"Yeah, well, my boss is lenient and doesn't dock my pay," I retorted, which caused a brief flicker of tension on Conrad's face.

Back when I was at the Wagner Group, any tardiness or early departure meant fines, just like everyone else. There were no perks, even as the CEO's fiancée.

"I tried calling you yesterday, and when I stopped by your place, the lights were off. I was worried," Conrad expressed his concern openly.

"I just went to bed early," I replied tersely.

Conrad's lips curled into a sardonic smile, "Thought you'd be up all night, restless."

"Why would I be? Because of Phipps?" I knew Conrad wanted to talk about Phipps.

"He's not Ernest, I've had him checked out," Conrad said, pulling out his phone. After a few taps, I felt my own phone vibrate in my pocket.

"I had my team investigate him overnight. I've sent all the information to your phone. Go through it at your own pace," Conrad paused, then added, "Felicia, Ernest is gone. You saw it happen."

I placed my coffee on the table between us, "What I mean, Mr. Wagner, is none of your concern anymore, is it?"

Conrad's face turned ashen, "Felicia..."

"Conrad, we've been over for a long time. You really don't have the right to be asking these questions," I had reminded Fanny just yesterday not to target Conrad.

But it seems, I couldn't truly put the past behind me either.

Conrad looked defeated, his gaze dropping, "I know I don't have that right anymore. But... I don't want to see you fall into another pit of despair."

He took a deep breath, reaching for my hand, "Felicia, I've already received the harshest punishment from you for my mistakes, and I deserved every bit of it. All I ask now is for a chance to start over. Can you pretend we're just meeting for the first time?"

He was asking for a fresh start.