Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 29

The driver looked rough and tough, a bit intimidating.

The guys I was used to were always clean-cut, with fair skin, dressed in suits, ties, and overcoats. But this guy? He looked like he might've just gotten out of prison.

I instinctively tightened my grip on my bag, remembering the pepper spray and self-defense knife Lena had slipped inside before I left.

But before I could even think about reaching for them, the driver had already started the car and stayed silent.

'What was that look he gave me supposed to mean?' I wondered.

I couldn't figure it out, and my brief moment of calm was suddenly replaced by unease.

Because I was on high alert, I didn't pay much attention to the townscape. When the car finally stopped, I quickly paid and got out, watching the taxi drive away before letting out a sigh of relief. It was already ten at night, and I realized coming here at this hour might not have been the smartest

move.

my parents' old home.

me was incredibly run-down, with crumbling walls and

useless on this kind

dad's address was 42 Oldbridge Street. I checked each house number until I found

myself as I walked in. It

was a ginkgo tree, the one my dad

for someone or a place to stay?"

see a granny with gray

room," I said,

the kitchen was on the west side, and the bedrooms were on the east. When my parents left, they sold the property. It had since been renovated, and the old traces were gone, but I wanted to stay in the room where my

one," the old

didn't respond, still

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the old lady explained, "That room is old. This one is newer and better for a young girl like you. Let me show you. By the way, I'm Macy Matchley. You