No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Why?" My voice was tight as I managed to utter those three words.

"Huh?" He seemed puzzled by my question.

Looking into his deep eyes, I pressed on, "Why are you... so nice to me?"

After I spoke, I swallowed, trying to ease the dryness in my throat. "Henrik, the way you treat me is far from normal. We're hardly acquaintances, and it feels like I'm just a pawn you're using against others..."

He let out a chuckle, "What, am I not allowed to be nice?"

"Yes, it unnerves me," I admitted bluntly. After all, love and hate without reason do not exist in this world.

Henrik smirked, "Because you're useful to me."

"How so?" My chest tightened.

"You really don't give up, do you? Always digging deeper," he said with a light laugh.

The more nonchalant he acted, the more anxious I became. "Henrik, stop beating around the bush."

His smile gradually disappeared, and then he gently touched my cheek, his fingers lightly caressing my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I stepped back to avoid his touch.

His hand dropped slightly, "You'll know your use when the time comes."

Still refusing to give me a straight answer, I clenched my fists helplessly.

"Alright, let's go," Henrik motioned for me to follow him.

I didn't budge. He slightly curled his lips, "This is a lion's den. Are you sure you don't want to leave?"

I wasn't foolish enough to stay. If I did, Brown would either kill me or make my life miserable.

And I sensed that Henrik bringing me here today was not just a warning to Brown, but also a way to make Brown resent me even more.

Thinking back to the conversation between Henrik and Brown, I hurried after him. "Then let me ask you another question. You said I'm being used by someone else. What does that mean?"

He glanced at me upon hearing that. "You caught that, huh?"

His words were an admission that was indeed being used, which sent a chill down my spine. "Who is it?

What do they want with you

"You'll find out soon enough," Henrik replied, still joking around.

I grabbed him, "Can't you just be straightforward for once? Who is it?"

He stopped and looked at me, "Who do you think it is?"

I was getting frustrated, "Henrik, what's

the point of all this? If you're going to tell me, then just say it. Don't keep me in suspense

Henrik looked into my eyes, "Even if I told you now, you might not believe me. And besides, he's the mastermind behind everything." "Who is he?" I was desperate to know.

"Let's watch the game first. I'll tell you after it's over," Henrik continued to tease.

I was annoyed, but I knew getting angry wouldn't help. Without him willing to tell me, no amount

would make him reveal any

Reluctantly, I followed him to the game, silent and fuming. My mind couldn't stop wondering about the mastermind he mentioned. Could it be Conrad?

It seemed most likely since he was the one who informed me about Jefferson's issue, leading me here.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

It was also Conrad who got into trouble, and my blood saved him, causing Ernest to misunderstand and leave me.

As for Brown's involvement, perhaps that was also part of his plan.

Maybe he intended to use Brown to corner me, then play the hero to win my gratitude and forgiveness, hoping we'd get back together. The more I thought about it, the more convinced I became it was Conrad.

As the car stopped, I asked Henrik one more time, "Is it Conrad?"

Henrik didn't answer me. Instead, he looked out the car window, "Look at Quinn and his fiancée. Don't they make a perfect match?"