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.

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

of me was incredibly run-down, with crumbling

useless on this kind of street,

Street. I checked each house number until I

I thought to myself as I walked in. It was a small courtyard surrounded by buildings. In the middle

a ginkgo tree, the one

someone or a place

gray hair,

a room," I said, pointing to the easternmost room.

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 parents

You can stay in this one," the old

still wanting the

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