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.

search for my parents' old home. But since I was already here, there was no point

in front of me was incredibly run-down, with crumbling walls

useless on this kind of street, so I had to carry

I found it, marked

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

it was a ginkgo tree, the

for someone or a place

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

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

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 property. It had since been renovated, and the old traces were gone, but I wanted to stay in the room where my parents

is occupied. You can stay in this one," the old

still

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