No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



Conrad had a point in bringing this up, I could tell.

His gaze darkened as he looked at me. "Ernest shouldn't have rushed to confront Brown like that. He should've looked into his background first."

I got what he was saying, but I couldn't help but scoff. "So, what? Just because Brown's got some clout, I should just sit back and take harassment? Suffer in silence?"Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Conrad stumbled over my question, "Felicia, that's not what I meant."

"Conrad, I don't think Ernest did anything wrong. Brown had it coming," I said, standing my ground.

A hint of resignation flashed in Conrad's eyes. "I mean, there could've been another way, without making things this reactive and putting you in danger."

He paused briefly, "Felicia, I'm not trying to attack Ernest here, just stating facts."

I didn't want to assume the worst of him. "What's done is done. There's no point in talking about it now. Besides, Brown was clearly targeting me. If Ernest hadn't done anything, it would've only emboldened him."

Brown had caused trouble at the party hosted by the two influential families in town, clearly not caring about their status.

"Now his fans are the ones causing trouble," Conrad glanced at the man not too far from us. "Felicia, you need to be careful everywhere now. Staying here isn't safe."

It seemed that way.

I knew what Conrad was getting at; he probably wanted me to stay at a hotel with him.

Since I had donated blood to him and Ernest had misunderstood and broken up with me, staying with Conrad would only make things messier.

Even though I felt no guilt, I didn't need to worry about what Ernest thought now, but I still wouldn't stay with Conrad.

"Given that his fans are also targeting me, I doubt I'd be safe anywhere," I shared my thoughts.

Conrad's jaw tensed slightly. "Dustin has a place here, it would be safe for you to stay there."

I frowned, but Conrad quickly added, "I don't live there."

He was trying to ease my concerns, but even so, I wasn't keen on the idea.

"If you don't trust me, you can talk to Dustin," Conrad paused, "Felicia, regardless of any past grievances between our families or you, ensuring your safety is the priority right now."

I understood that without him saying it, but I still didn't want to stay at Dustin's place.

If it wasn't safe, Dustin's place would be just as dangerous.

Ernest suggested I go back home, and maybe he was right.

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"I'll think about it," I didn't outright refuse.

Conrad looked at me, hesitating as if he wanted to persuade me further, but eventually, he said nothing.

He knew it was pointless to argue about something I clearly didn't want to do.

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brown targeting me this

time, it's because of Ernest, and Jefferson too, right?"

Conrad nodded slightly, my heart tightened, "So, Ernest and Jefferson could both be in danger?"