No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 447

I was still glued to the TV, watching the showdown between two of the greatest contemporary athletes in the nation. Each play was more thrilling than the last.

As I enjoyed the game, I turned to Haley and casually asked, "Who do you think will win this one?"

"Felicia, you actually showed up?" Haley didn't bite on my question, instead, her tone was sharp and accusatory.

I pulled up a chair by her hospital bed and settled in, eyes back on the game. "Weren't you waiting for me to come?"

She was out for blood, and it was clear I was the target.

"You showing up changes nothing. I'll make sure you pay, and it'll hurt more than if you did it yourself," Haley's malice was no longer hidden.

As my favorite player executed a perfect forehand slam, securing the set amidst roaring cheers, I turned back to face Haley. Her complexion was ashen, her frame gaunt, and even her lips had a blue tinge. She looked pitifully frail.

"I'm not sure what you expect me to give up... But you, on the other hand, don't seem to be faring too well these days," I said, reaching out to touch her face.

She recoiled sharply. "Don't touch me."

I chuckled, "What, afraid I might do something to you right now?"

I withdrew my hand, glancing at my nails, reminded of something Ernest had said in jest last night, "I'll do your nails tomorrow."

"Felicia, if you have the guts, just kill me. If you don't, then wait for me to kill you," Haley spat out with venom.

My gaze shifted from my nails to meet her eyes. "So, who do you think will end up killing whom?"

She glared at me, full of resentment, but didn't answer.

The game on TV resumed, and I turned my attention back to it, leaving the conversation behind.

Haley remained silent too, but she wasn't watching the game. She was watching me.