No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 643

"I mean, seriously," I mumbled under my breath.

Fanny was indeed a goddess in the medical field, always finding a way to tie back every solution to medicine.

She grabbed my hand, her voice tinged with concern, "Felicia, you need to move on. As great as Ernest was, he's gone. Staying stuck in the past isn't good for you or for him."

She glanced at the ring on my finger, "You and Conrad used to go to those mindfulness retreats, right? You must've heard that people can't move on to their next life if the living hold on to them too tightly. Some believe it holds their spirits back."

The notion that science meets mysticism at a certain point wasn't something I could outright deny. I remember my mom rambling about similar things when I was a kid.

"Felicia, let go of Ernest. Embrace life," Fanny urged me.

But it wasn't about letting go of Ernest. The circumstances surrounding his death just didn't sit right with me.

For the first time, I felt Fanny didn't quite get where I was coming from. But I couldn't blame her; anyone else in her shoes probably would've thought the same.

"Alright, let's drop it. You've had a long day with all the directing. Let me treat you to dinner," I changed the subject swiftly.

"Now that you're rolling in dough, I expect nothing but the best," Fanny said, half-joking.

But I insisted. With the kind of money I had, not spending it seemed like a waste.

So, I took her to the highest dining spot in Seabreeze City, followed by the trendiest bar around.

"What got into you today?" Fanny sensed something was off.

"Nothing's wrong. You were the one saying I couldn't move on. Look at me now, and you're freaking out," I retorted, not just taking Fanny to a bar but also calling over some charming guys for us.

"Have you lost your mind?" Fanny scolded.

"Maybe just for tonight," I leaned closer, "Before things get serious with Yates, why not let loose?"