No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 293

I thought I'd get turned away at the door. It turned out Herschel's name carried some weight, especially with Lord.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside and immediately spotted an elder with salt-and-pepper hair standing in the hall practicing what appeared to be yoga.

Was he Lord? I had done my homework on Lord, who wasn’t even sixty, around Herschel's age, and he was youthful-looking in his photos. But he looked much older than Herschel.

Even with all the background info on Lord, for a moment, I struggled to connect this figure, deeply immersed in his poses, with the man I had come to see. It felt like I had the wrong person.

"Hey, Felicia, spit it out. What do you need?" Lord didn't stop his routine, moving through his yoga poses gracefully.

His statement was clear. He was indeed Lord.

I didn't want to guess why he looked the way he did. I took another deep breath and replied, "Good to meet you, Mr. Clark. My name's Felicia."

"Hmm, I know who you are," Lord kept up his movements without pause.

I was stunned, my heart racing.

Did he know me? Did he also know why I was there to see him? Had Allen given him a heads-up?

"Herschel's quite fond of you. He treats you like a daughter. He's always talking about you," Lord threw in another comment.

So that was it. Lord's words left me momentarily speechless.