No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



My scream was instinctual, and Yolande's voice rang out, "Stop it right now!"

As she yelled, Yolande sprinted over, and a scuffle broke out.

For the first time, I discovered that Yolande knew how to fight - and not just any fight, but with moves that were brutally precise, forcing the two men clutching me to let go and deal with her instead.

I stood there, dumbfounded, momentarily forgetting my fear.

But only a few seconds later, I snapped back to reality and dashed inside.

I wasn't hiding; I grabbed a baseball bat and started swinging at the two men.

Lacking Yolande's martial arts skills, I still had strength, and I couldn't just stand by, watching Yolande take on two guys, doing nothing myself.

Maybe it was the pent-up frustration, but I swung with all my might, forcing the men to turn their attention to me.

Every time they tried to grab the bat from me, Yolande's long legs came swinging, making it impossible for them to get close enough without getting struck.

Together, Yolande and I stood against the two men, and after what seemed like ages, we actually managed to take them down.

"Who sent you?" Yolande interrogated the two men.

I leaned on the baseball bat, shaking from head to toe; I'd never fought like this before.

Yet, there was a certain relief in venting all my pent-up grievances.

The men stayed silent, but I suspected it was Brown's doing, probably tracking us down through my call with Conrad.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

"If you won't talk, then you're not going anywhere," Yolande stated, instructing me to find something to tie them up with.

But what could I find in Dustin's house to tie someone up? Eventually, I thought of neckties, so I rushed to Dustin's bedroom and opened his wardrobe.

His clothes were few but neatly organized, the ties sorted by category, each belonging to its place.

Unsure of which ones to pick, I randomly grabbed two and rushed downstairs to give them to Yolande.

Tied up by Yolande, the two men

couldn't move a muscle. Yolande et

dusted off her hands, looking like she had just completed a mission.

She had exerted the most effort in the fight but seemed far from tired.

She looked effortlessly cool, and now, even more admirable.

It seemed Ernest's engagement to her wasn't just about the families' alliance; he must have been drawn to a girl like Yolande. A pang of sadness hit me...

Lost in thought, Yolande had already dialed Ernest and said, "I've arrived, but two guys attacked Felicia. I've caught them. Should we call the cops, or do you want to handle it?"

I couldn't hear Ernest's response, only saw Yolande nodding, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

She hung up and turned to me, "Ernest will be here soon."

I was at a loss for words. What should I say? Thanks? Okay?

Yolande seemed to notice my discomfort, "Got scared? But you were quite fierce just now."

Her playful tone snapped me back to reality, and I gathered my courage, "Thank you, for back there."

I had no prior connection with Yolande, but she had saved me. I had to express my gratitude.

"Accepted," Yolande said without any pretense, leaving me even more at a loss.

"This place isn't safe anymore. You can't stay here. When Ernest arrives, we'll leave together," she said,

charge.

sounding like she was elifor

I didn't know how to react, feeling like a puppet with someone else controlling the strings.

I hated that feeling, so I said, "I want to go back home."

Yolande looked at me, saying, "It's not safe for you to go back right now either."