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

Chapter 401

Chapter 401

Yuna nodded. "Yeah, I'm feeling so much better now, like I'm actually healthy. I just want to live a normal life and catch up on everything I've missed." Hearing that from her was seriously heartwarming.

"Good, I'm all for it," I said, then added cautiously, "But are you sure you can understand all this? We could always get you a tutor if you need help."

"I can!" Yuna grinned, practically glowing. "Keira, I swear, I feel like I've gotten smarter since the heart transplant. I understand everything just by looking at it."

I froze for a second, caught off guard. Yuna placed her hand over her chest, her expression thoughtful. Do you think the person who had this heart was a genius?"

"What? No, come on," I laughed, trying to steer her away from that thought. "Being smart comes from the brain, not the heart."

Truthfully, I'd felt something strange earlier too, but I didn't want Yuna dwelling on it. The last thing she needed was unnecessary worries.

"You've always been smart. Hayden's said it himself," I added, correcting her with a smile.

Yuna chuckled softly. "I'm serious though. I want to apply to college. I want to experience campus life."

"That's amazing!" I said, flipping through the books she was reading. They were filled with notes, clearly second-hand.

Curious, I asked, "Who got you these books? Hayden?

friend," Yuna answered, her eyes shifting

smiled, gently probing. "Oh? You made a friend in the hospital? And

Yuna

get

scare-I thought he was some kind of intruder. Turns out he's studying for his PhD... As soon as Yuna finished explaining, I got the gist. Just a random

instincts told me to

angle. "He sounds like

meeting such a positive,

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in? We should at least thank him for all these books-maybe take him out

already thanked him. Lunch would be over the

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asked which room he was in... I couldn't

the books, flipping through again. The handwriting in the notes was neat, almost graceful. If handwriting reflected character, he probably wasn't the type to cause trouble. Setting the book down, I remembered I

wrinkling her nose. "So, what did you bring me to

of worry hit,

brought baked pears," I said,

echoed, clearly unfamiliar with

unwrapped the baked pears Gavin had given me and placed

her lips, intrigued, and picked up a spoon, taking a sip of the