NovelOnlineMy heart skipped a beat, and instinctively, I asked, "What happened?" Conrad's face was grim as he responded, "A fight." Fighting abroad, especially right before a competition, was a bad sign. "Did he ask you to come?" Conrad hesitated. "He's been detained." I was stunned. "Is it that serious?" "Yeah, it could even lead to a long-term imprisonment," Conrad's words madehold my breath for a few seconds.
Seeing my anxiety, Conrad added, "I'm not entirely sure about the details. One of his teammates called me. I'm going to find out more." I nodded slightly, "Letknow if..." "Do you want to cwith me?" Conrad looked at me.
I hadn't expected him to suggest this. I moved my lips, and then Conrad said, "Jefferson's teammate mentioned he's really upset, acting out. You being there might calm him down." Jefferson was a friend, almost like family who looked after me.
Now that he was in trouble in a foreign country, I was worried and felt I should go. But going with Conrad madewary of upsetting Ernest Collins.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtConrad had hurtbefore by being with another woman without regard for my feelings. I didn't want Ernest to go through that.
"You go ahead. I need to pack," I declined Conrad's offer.
"We can buy whatever you need there," Conrad's response showed a lack of tact.
When I mentioned packing, it was more of a polite excuse.
He wasn't dumb; he should've understood, but he kept pushing for us to go together.
I just couldn't do it, though.
I pursed my lips, about to say something, when he pulled out a red booklet from his bag. "I brought your passport." I had actually forgotten about it amidst our breakup. Before we split, we had traveled abroad together, and since our passports were together, he had just put them in his bag. After our fallout, I took all my belongings but forgot the passport.
I reached out to take it, but he didn't let go immediately.
After a few seconds, realizing my intention, he finally spoke, "Can't even step out the door withnow?" gave a small, resigned smile, then looked up at him. "It's not that I can't. I just don't want Ernest to owe him that sense of sorry." as his girlfriend." My words visibly stiffened Conrad's expression before he let go, with self-mockery, you really care about him." really care about him, t Wasn't that obvious? Conrad gave a bitter smile, adding, "But when we were together, you never seemed to care this much about me." Was he bringing up old grievances? "Did I?" I asked with a smile.
Conrad's gaze was deep. "Felicia, you always felt I didn't care enough about you, but did you ever truly care about me?" His accusation was absurd.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhen had I not cared for him? Was he referring to my friendship with Jefferson making him uncomfortable?
I let the topic drop. Conrad and I were on different paths, now, and there was no point in digging up the past.
"I'll get ready and head over. We'll be in touch," I concluded ourconversation and left with my passport. Ernest had askednot to go to the office, but I went anyway.
When I knocked, he was busy and just said to cin without even turning to look at me. I didn't speak right away, instead, I watched him, absorbed in his work.
Seeing someone so engrossed, I understood the meaning of being lost in one's work.
It was only when he reached for something out of reach and I helped him that he thankedand realized something was off, finally looking up at me.
Ashburn X
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
