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

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Chapter 367

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Wade stood up and moved toward the window, his back to me. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but i found myself quietly stepping closer to the bed.

Now that I was up close, I could really see it she wasn't just gorgeous, she looked a lot like me.

If my parents were still alive, I would've gone straight to them and asked if I had a long-lost sister.

As those thoughts ran through my mind, my eyes drifted to the nameplate on the bedside: Narelle Yule, 28 years old.

Miss Yule, hello. I'm Keira, I silently introduced myself,

Wade's voice broke the stillness. "Come back in," he said into his phone, calling the caregiver back.

The caregiver returned quickly, and I took that as my cue to slip out of the room. Wade followed silently, and we walked side by side in heavy quiet. It wasn't until we'd walked some distance that he finally spoke. "The doctors say there's no chance she'll recover. Her family... they've already given up."

"But you haven't," I said.

whisper. "People

them on TV, hear about them

she's been like this for a

two years now," Wade corrected, his voice

years. If a miracle was going to happen, it would have by now. The fact that

I suggested, hoping to offer

they wanted to pull the plug. I begged them for more time. They gave me one more week. Now... there are only

now. The deadline was looming, and with Narelle still unresponsive, hopelessness

closing in on him.

holding on because you can't let go of her? Or is it because you don't want to

"Even if she wakes up,

From the moment Narelle sacrificed herself to save him, that debt became part of him. Even if she woke up perfectly fine, that burden would always be there.

family, and it's making you feel powerless,

answer.

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stop. "I'm not anyone important to her. I don't have the right

even have

for a moment before asking the question that had been hanging in the ant