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

Chapter 34

I didn't expect Macy to play matchmaker for me. Hayden's cold, indifferent face flashed in my mind. Recalling his direct and emotionless refusal to switch rooms, a playful mood overtook me, and I responded with a quick, "Sure." I agreed, but it was just a casual remark; I didn't take it seriously.

After breakfast, I borrowed a bicycle from Macy and spent the day riding around Chiverton.

When I returned to the rented house, it was already evening, and I had a sketchbook in addition to what I had left with in the morning.

I loved drawing. Before my parents passed away, they had enrolled me in dance classes, drawing classes, and even harp lessons. These all ended when they were gone, but drawing continued because it was simple: all I needed was a pen and paper. Today, besides exploring, I completed a drawing of the current Chiverton. My parents had always wanted to come back and see the place, but since they couldn't, I'd paint it and burn it as an offering to them.

"Keira, why are you just getting back?" Macy came over as soon as she saw me, then gave me a knowing look.

I was a bit puzzled. "Macy..."

"Hayden is back. I already talked to him," she said, modding toward Hayden's room..

I remembered her matchmaking plan from the morning and chuckled. "You actually told him? I was just kidding."

joke about such things," she replied seriously. "Anyway,

say?" I asked casually

wants to talk to you in person," Macy said, nudging me with

There's a chance."

"If it works out, I'll treat you to a

freshen up. I'll tell Hayden

It's not like we haven't seen each other before," I said, thinking about how we had both seen each other in our most unguarded moments. "That's different. This is a formal

here. Being able to wander freely, sketch as I wished, and speak my mind made me feel

my room and flopped onto the bed without freshening up. I pulled out my phone,

sank when I saw that Demi

for a message from Jace. Not that I wanted an apology or reconciliation, but He didn't even care where I was after I vanished without a trace? It felt like a

a colleague, with no romantic feelings, shouldn't he be worried enough to ask? Like Wayne, who had called me from another country after

opened Demi's messages-there

is it true you didn't get the marriage license with Mr. Johnston?

at the company are saying Mr. Johnston was cheating