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

Chapter 397

"No," Matthew insisted, shaking his head. "Don't let your thoughts run wild... I just think you should focus on your work, and your future with Hayden."

His voice grew weaker with every word. The nurse stepped forward, clearly ready to step in, but Matthew stopped her with just a look. She sighed and said, "One more minute, at most."

I knew how bad things were with him, and even though I needed to know what he was hiding, I couldn't push him now. His health had to come first. "We can talk later. You need to rest." But Matthew gripped my hand, tighter than I expected. "Rea, promise me."

His desperation hit hard. The more he insisted, the more certain I became-there was something off about my parents' accident.

But I could see it in his eyes-he wasn't going to say anything more. It felt pointless to push him. With how fragile he was, I could only let it go, at least for now. "Alright, I.promise." The tension in his face finally eased, but he still didn't let go of my hand. "Rea, look forward. Don't forget.

what I've said."

Funny, I'd said almost the same thing to Wade not too long ago.

But how could I just let the past go like that?

My parents' death... I had to find out the truth. How could I visit their graves knowing I didn't do everything

I could?

eyes kept fluttering shut, like he could barely stay awake. The nurse wouldn't let him fall asleep yet, so I tried some small talk, but all I got were weak

response.

Matthew the okay to rest, I

only Jace standing there, leaning against the wall, head down, staring at the floor like he

he slowly lift his head, his eyes meeting

really looked at him. Honestly, ever since everything. fell apart between

just a step away, I could see

thinner than I remembered. For a second, it was like he was someone else-someone

Jace

replied, then added

the rest area," Jace answered, his gaze drifting to my

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eyes and saw the damp spot on the gray jacket-his jacket-now stained with my

his clothes straight to the dry cleaner if anything touched them. I knew the stain was probably bugging him, so I quickly said, "I'll get it dry cleaned." "No need," he said shortly,