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.

parents' old home. But since I was already here, there was no point in

of me was incredibly run-down,

suitcase was useless on this kind of street, so

I found it, marked with a sign at the entrance

I thought to myself as I walked in.

was a ginkgo tree, the one my dad had watched

you looking for someone or a place to stay?"

see a granny with gray hair, leaning on a

want to rent a room," I said, pointing to the easternmost room. "That

the bedrooms were on the east. When my

can stay in this one," the old

still wanting

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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