No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 695

I didn't answer but instead turned the question back on him. "Conrad, how did you know about the car accident?"

Upon hearing that I was unharmed, he released me and leaned against the doorframe. "Of course, I knew because I..." He paused, giving a wry smile, "...because I had someone watching over you."

Watching over me? So, he had someone tailing me.

The thought that my every move was being monitored stirred a wave of inexplicable anger within me. I sneered, "Well, your guy did a fantastic job, didn't he? I almost got hit, and I didn't see him rushing to my rescue."

"Yes, I've already fired him," Conrad admitted, looking at me again. "I'm having someone investigate who hit you."

That was a relief. It saved me the trouble of doing it myself. "Let me know when you find out."

Conrad fell silent, just standing there, looking utterly exhausted.

I didn't want to prolong this encounter, especially since I wasn't alone in the house.

"Conrad, it's getting late. You should head back," I urged him to leave.

"I don't want to go back," he shook his head. "Felicia, ever since we broke up, I can't bear being at home. I don't want to go back."

He gave a bitter laugh. "Without you, the house feels so empty. My parents don't talk, and the atmosphere is just suffocating. It's nothing like the warm and welcoming place it used to be."

But who was to blame for that?

"Before, I never realized how precious it was to have a family that laughs and talks together. Now I know, but it's too late."

People always realize what they had once it's gone. It's a cliché, but only those who've experienced loss truly understand its meaning.

"Why did it have to come to this? I don't want this," Conrad said, looking at me. "Felicia, I wish I could turn back time or even get a do-over."

His words sounded naive. Rebirth and time travel were things of novels and TV shows, not reality.