No More Waiting, She Chooses Love
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 replace 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.

"Conrad, time won't turn back, and you won't get a do-over. So, you might as well make the best of the present," I advised him.

"The present?" He looked at me. "A present without you feels like an eternity of suffering."

I used to think Conrad never truly loved me. Now, I suddenly realized I might have misjudged him. Maybe he had always loved me but didn't know how to express it.

So, his current suffering was his retribution.

But even if he now realized he loved me, what good was it? I didn't love him anymore.

"Then you'll just have to endure. Once you get through this tough period, it won't hurt as much," I told him, and his gaze deepened.

There was anger in that depth... The anger of unrequited love, of a prodigal who wants to return but replaces no path back...

After all these years, I knew him well. So, before he could lash out, I said calmly, "You should go. I'm going to bed."

As I moved to close the door, Conrad pressed against it. "Felicia, why is your heart so hard? Why do you torment and punish me when I'm like this?"

"Conrad, you're overthinking it. I'm

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not tormenting or punishing you. just don't love you anymore, so nothing you do can change that," I reminded him.

He shook his head, reaching out for me. "Felicia, it's not like that, you love me, you....."

He misunderstood, but perhaps it was for the best.

"Honey, where did you put my T-shirt?" The voice from behind startled me, and Conrad's grip slackened as he stared at me in disbelief. "Felicia, you..."

"Conrad, there's no place for you in my future," I said, pulling my hand free.

He staggered, nearly falling, and I instinctively stepped back, only to see Conrad's face turn pale as be spat out a mouthful of bright red blood...