No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



Just as I was about to speak, Henrik's voice already rang in my ear, "Lass, do you believe if I let him in right now, it'll just mean one more for me to take away?"

He was threatening me, trying to scare me.

"Felicia?" Conrad called out for me again from outside, his voice tinged with a noticeable urgency.

There was no way I was going to let Henrik take me away without making a sound. So, I lowered my head and bit into Henrik's hand, and as he flinched in pain and loosened his grip, I broke free and dashed towards the door, "Conrad, help..."

I couldn't finish my words before a cold breeze hit the back of my neck, and then I knew no more.

When I woke up, darkness surrounded me, with only a few dim floor lamps lit. I was lying on a soft, large bed.

The scenes before I lost consciousness flashed through my mind, and I sat up abruptly, throwing off the covers to check my clothing.

Seeing the unfamiliar pajamas on me, my mind exploded. Then, the room's door opened, and there was Henrik, also dressed in pajamas.

A chill ran through my entire body as I stared at him with a mix of terror and anger.

"So fierce?" Henrik smirked, a corner of his lips lifted.

I glared at him, speechless.

I didn't even have the courage to ask who had changed my clothes or why I was wearing pajamas.

Henrik came over and sat on the edge of the bed, holding a glass of red wine. With his pale, European features, he looked ambiguously charming, "If I'm not wrong, you're upset about this, aren't you?" He gestured towards my pajamas with a nudge of his chin.

Immediately wary, I pulled the covers tighter around me. I wanted to ask him if he had done anything to me, but I knew it was a foolish question.

Whether he had done something to me, I would know just by moving my body.

"You're such an innocent girl," Henrik chuckled, sipping his wine.

"Henrik, why have you brought me here? What do you want?" I asked, knowing full well what I was stepping into.

He swirled the wine in his glass, "Didn't Ernest tell you?"

I knew he was talking about Ernest, but the way he referred to him made my skin crawl.

He mentioned Ernest, making it

clear, so I didn't need him to say

more. I bluntly said, "You won't use

me to get to Ernest. He and I have nothing to do with each other,

anymore. He won't care what

e

happens to me."

"Is that so," Henrik's lips curled into a mischievous smile, "then I must test that theory."

A shiver went through me. Then I saw him put down his wine, grab my phone from the nightstand, and effortlessly unlock it with a scan of my face.

He swiped through my phone, then asked, "This Ernest here, is he the one?"This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

He opened my messages, his finger hovering over Ernest's contact, which I had saved under the name 'Ernest.'

"What are you doing?" I tried to snatch the phone back.

But Henrik easily lifted it out of my reach, then taunted, "I never knew you shared my fondness for calling him Ernest."

As he spoke, the sound of an outgoing video call filled the room.

I knew what he was doing contacting Ernest. Remembering the last conversation I had with Ernest, scoffed, Reaching out to Ernest is pointless. He won't care about me. Right before you took me, he was busy picking out engagement rings with his fiancée." Content,

Henrik's smile turned sinister, "Is that so?"

"Henrik, Ernest has already let me go. After my last visit here, we broke up," I insisted, trying to convince him to let me go by making him believe Ernest and I were no longer O connected.

But as soon as I finished speaking, Henrik turned the phone towards me, and there was Ernest, staring back at me.

Before Ernest and I could exchange a word, Henrik had already moved the phone back to himself, "Ernest, see what I've got?"