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

Chapter 288

I half-expected to get turned away.

Guess dropping Matthew's name still worked like a charm, especially with Thorsten.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside and was greeted by the sight of an old man with graying hair, moving through slow, deliberate self-defense routines in the middle of the room. He's Thorsten?!

I'd done my homework. He wasn't even sixty yet, around the same age as Matthew. In the photos, he looked younger and sharp, but now he seemed to have aged a whole generation beyond Matthew.

Even though I'd read everything I could find on Thorsten, it was hard to reconcile that image with the mant in front of me, focused on his forms like he was one with the air around him. For a second, I wondered if I'd gotten the wrong guy. "So, what do you want?" Thorsten asked, not even pausing his movements, executing each form with precision.

That voice left no doubt-it really was Thorsten Drago

Why he looked so different now, I didn't want to guess took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Drago, hi. I'm Keira Kay."

"I know who you are," he replied, not missing a beat in his routine.

I froze, my heart suddenly racing.

He knew who I was. Did that mean he knew why I was here, too?

Had Cole already tipped him off?

thinks of you like a daughter. He's mentioned you more

that's how

me momentarily speechless. My whole mental

What is it you want to ask me?" Thorsten continued, his hands and feet moving with a surprising mix of strength and grace. He didn't even break

directly, he kept to

someone named Alan Kay. You talked

Instead, he kept up his sequence of smooth, powerful

more times before finally slowing down and

raised his hands to chest height and took a series of slow, deep breaths, lifting and

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the first time, I saw his face clearly. It wasn't much different from the photos I'd seen, but there was a calmness and gentleness to it that the pictures didn't capture. The man in front of me

by looking at their face, and his showed the effect of

he was regulating

I

though I was dying for answers, I

opened his eyes and

were piercing. They sent a chill down my spine, making my throat tighten and the words I wanted to say freeze

forward, handing him a towel. Thorsten took it and wiped his hands, then asked, "How old are

my question, just threw out one