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

Chapter 158

Chapter

158

I drove in silence, unsure of what to say.

I was scared that saying the wrong thing might hurt Hayden even more. But part of me couldn't stop thinking about my own parents and their crash.

Was it really just an accident? Or was there more to it?

Back then, I was too young to get what really happened. Matthew handled everything. Maybe he was the only one who actually knew all the details. I figured I could ask him when I saw him later.

Since I stayed quiet, Hayden didn't push it, and the rest of the ride was just... well, quiet.

As we pulled up to the Johnston residence, the auto gate recognized my car and slid open, letting us drive right into the courtyard.

the housemaid, spotted me as soon as I parked. She gave me this big smile and waved." Rea, you're back!

shaking my head, "No need. I'll head in

as he got out of the car and walked over to me. She was definitely curious, so I linked my arm with his and introduced him. "This is my boyfriend, Hayden. And Hayden,

been at the Johnston residence way longer than I had, and she was close with Lindey. So, yeah, I had

her a polite nod.

expression said it all-she wasn't

guy? It was bound to stir things up. Isabel wasn't the only one-I'd have to deal with Matthew and

walked past Isabel and headed toward the main hall

when I heard Lindey's sharp voice cutting through the quiet. She was in full lecture mode. "You're the chairman, managing thousands of people, but you can't even keep your two sons in line. One's more rebellious than the other." Typical. I could imagine Matthew just sitting there, probably scrolling

spiked with frustration. "Are you pretending to be

that didn't mean they didn't have their share of arguments. Today, though, Lindey seemed genuinely

If I respond, you'll just

so now you're tired of my nagging? Typicall You men are all the same-no gratitude. I gave you children, and now

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the main hall, we saw them-Matthew sitting in a chair with Lindey on his lap, her hands

kind of affection, especially from a couple their age. Most people