No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 688

I quickly made my way to Phipps as soon as I heard about the disturbance, to see if he was hurt. Thankfully, he was standing there, though he looked a bit pale. Probably scared out of his wits! But if Ernest were here, he wouldn't even flinch, so this guy definitely wasn't Ernest. Even though I knew this, there was no way I could just stand by and do nothing, especially given that familiar face.

I stepped over the shards of glass on the floor and stood beside Phipps. "What's going on?" I asked. But he ignored me, even giving me a look of disgust. That's when one of the big shots sitting nearby spoke up, "And who the hell are you?"

Another person leaned over and whispered, "She's with the Wagner family." With that reminder, the loudmouth looked me over and said, "Didn't Mr. Conrad dump her?"

Talk about rubbing salt in the wound. So, how dare Conrad think he could just waltz back into my life? If I took him back, it would just give these people more to gossip about. "I'm Felicia, and he's with me. Whatever he's done wrong, I'll take responsibility," I declared firmly.

"And who do you think you are?" the same loudmouth, a hefty guy, retorted, clearly disrespectful. He was the most vocal of the lot, acting as if he was the only one with a voice. I could tell he was trying to give me a hard time. Giving him a piece of my mind was more courtesy than he deserved.

I grabbed Phipps, "Let's go." Phipps didn't move. I tugged at him again, and this time he turned. But the loudmouth behind us sneered, "What a joke, acting all high and mighty in front of me." The insults kept coming, and I realized getting Phipps out wouldn't be easy.

"You think pulling a stunt like that makes me grateful? Makes me your puppet?" Phipps's retort took me by surprise. I understood why he was so cold now, thinking all this was a setup, a charade I orchestrated.

"Ha," I laughed, genuinely amused, "Phipps, you have quite the imagination. But do you really think you're worth such an elaborate scheme?" As I spoke, I reached out, my hand brushing his face, and I noticed the smear of blood from my own cut finger. It was then I realized I was bleeding.

But I didn't pull back, and neither did Phipps, allowing my touch. "Phipps, you might resemble someone I once loved, but you're not him. And you're definitely not worth the drama," I said, withdrawing my hand and walking away. Even though Phipps's misunderstanding irked me, I could understand it. After all, my timing couldn't have been more perfect.