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.

have waited until the next day to search for my parents' old home. But since

run-down, with crumbling walls and pothole-ridden

was useless on this kind

42 Oldbridge Street. I checked each house number until I found it, marked

want to rent a place like this? Only an idiot,' I thought to myself as I walked in. It was a small courtyard surrounded by buildings. In the middle

it was a ginkgo tree, the

for someone or a place to stay?" an elderly

see a granny with gray hair, leaning on a walking stick, scrutinizing

rent a room," I

had three bedrooms. The main hall in the middle was for guests and daily activities, the kitchen was on the west side, and the bedrooms were on the east. When my parents left, they sold the

is occupied. You can stay in this one," the old lady said, pointing to the

respond, still wanting the

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hesitation, the old lady explained, "That room is old. This one is newer and better for a young girl like you. Let me show