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

Chapter 167 Chapter 167

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I didn't even bother asking who she was. With that tight dress and way too much makeup, it was obvious she wasn't his real girlfriend-just some fling for the night.

Once Steve was gone, I glanced back at my coffee jelly, only to realize Hayden had eaten the rest.

"Let's grab something else," Hayden said, not the least bit apologetic.

I clenched my jaw. "Sure, whatever."

He dragged me over to a food truck selling some kind of soup, and this time, he ordered two bowls. At least he didn't steal from mine again-probably because it was not cold food.

So, it wasn't even about him liking the coffee jelly. He just didn't want me to eat too much of it..

This guy could be so annoying, but I had to admit-he was weirdly thoughtful.

After we finished the soup, we kept walking, passing stalls selling vintage clothes, handmade crafts, and potted plants.

At some point, I ended up grabbing two flower pots for Hayden, "Your place is seriously dead. Thought these might liven it up a bit."

"Oh, so you think I'm not lively enough?"

"Fine, fine. Maybe the flowers will just add a little fragrance to your space. Who knows, could even help with your love life," I teased.

in that look like he was about to say something flirty.

like

market. It was almost midnight, but the streets were still buzzing with energy. Knowing

don't wanna walk around a bit longer?"

I said, throwing

quiet. I didn't really notice, though-I was too distracted by all the food

cute floral headpieces. Feeling silly,

turned around to see Hayden staring, looking a

a slow nod and, after a beat, mumbled, "Uh... It looks

look nice. What's

when I saw it-the beads of sweat all over his forehead. Like, a lot. My heart

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his wrist. "Hayden, are

stomach's acting up a bit," he admitted, not

to earlier-Hayden scarfing down that coffee

hesitated, not answering right away, so I tightened my grip on his wrist.

"How long has

"Since we started walking..."

smack some sense into him, but when I saw his face-pale and sweaty - I stopped myself.

move. Instead, he gently pulled me back, then casually paid for the flower headpiece I'd thrown on earlier as a

it. But now, thanks to him, I guess I was stuck with