No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 78

It seemed necessary to let him know how I felt.

"Conrad, what you dismiss as minor, I find intolerable. After all these years, you should know better than anyone that I can't stand any deceit," I said, stepping aside to put some distance between us.

"My love doesn't need to be a fireworks show, but I will not share my man with anyone else, not even the slightest bit. I want all or nothing," I turned as I spoke, curious to see Conrad's reaction.

But instead, I locked eyes with Ernest, who was standing just a few steps away, apparently having overheard our conversation.

Our glances met briefly before I looked back at Conrad, who seemed annoyed with my 'unreasonable' demands. "Felicia, you've got to understand that those days of lifelong loyalty are gone. Don't live in a fairy tale.."

Indeed, temptations are everywhere now; the simple love stories of old seem to be a thing of the past.

I smiled faintly, "If that's the case, then I'd rather have nothing at all. I won't settle."

Conrad was speechless at my retort. "Conrad, let's make this our last discussion about us. We're done, and as Mr. Wagner, you should be able to let go gracefully."

Conrad sneered coldly. "Fine, we'll go our separate ways. I'm curious to see what kind of man you think you can find."

With those words, he turned and stormed off, his immaturity showing through his actions, reminiscent of a sulking child.

When Deborah came back with some medicine, she asked in a low voice, "Did you and Mr. Wagner have another fallout? He looked as mad as a hornet."

She always had a way of lightening the mood. I took the medicine she brought, jokingly asking, "Hornet? Seriously?"

"Come on..." Deborah playfully hit me. "Did Mr. Wagner come over wanting to get back together? Maybe you should give him another chance. He must still love you, otherwise, he wouldn't keep..."

His words made it sound almost like refusing him was a personal slight.

Reluctantly, I opened my mouth for him to apply the spray.

A cool sensation filled my mouth as he sprayed, causing me to shiver slightly. Then, Ernest's hand was on my shoulder, pulling me closer to his chest.

I tilted my head back and the sun was so bright I had to close my eyes. I just let Ernest hold me while he kept on spraying.

In that moment of darkness, I felt as if I were floating...

It then occurred to me that although I couldn't see the wound myself, I could have used a mirror. But by then, it was too late for regrets...