No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 8

Conrad told me about the heated love his parents shared in their youth, a passion that eventually simmered down to a comfortable calm. Maybe that was just what love would be like in the end.

"Mom, Dad!"

"Jacqueline, Herschel!"

Conrad and I greeted them, each to our own.

"Have you two eaten yet? There's plenty of food left if you're hungry," Jacqueline said gently.

"We've had dinner," Conrad answered, then looked at me, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

I barely touched my dinner, but then, I wasn't hungry. "No, I'm good."

"Then head upstairs to rest. I'll have the housekeeper bring up some milk," Jacqueline said, smiling.

I couldn't shake off the feeling that her smile seemed off, but I didn't dwell on it and went upstairs. But I paused when I opened the door, turning back to look at Conrad.

Standing at the doorway, Conrad looked back at me.

Before we could head downstairs, Jacqueline was already coming up. "Felicia, I forgot to mention we're preparing Conrad's room as your bridal suite. For now, Conrad stays in your room."

"Mom, listen. Felicia and I are planning to move out after the wedding. Why are you setting up a bridal suite here?" Conrad questioned.

"Even if you move out, you'll still stay here from time to time, during holidays, or just if it gets too late," Jacqueline retorted with a playful scold and proceeded to lead Conrad to my room door. "You two are about to get married. Staying together shouldn't be an issue."

"Felicia, you don't mind, right?" Jacqueline then asked me.

Conrad's words to Jefferson echoed in my ears, leaving me unsure how to respond.

"No problem," Conrad surprisingly answered for me.

I looked up at him, and the next thing I knew, his arm was around my shoulder as we entered the room.