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

Chapter 518

Chapter 518

Finally, Jace had picked up on something off about Wayne.

I took a sip, buying time. "Why don't you ask him yourself? I don't have the energy to think about anyone right now."

His face went flat. "Yeah, you don't have to keep reminding me."

"Just being honest," I shrugged, then coughed, and Jace reached over, patting my back.

"Does Hayden even know you got hurt?" His question hit right where it hurt.

I held the cup in my hands, the warmth chasing away the chill in my body but doing nothing for the cold ache in my chest. "He came... then he left."

Jace didn't say anything, so I handed the cup back. "I'm exhausted. I need to sleep."

I lay down, and he stayed right there, just sitting by my side. My fever made my eyelids feel heavy, and as

I drifted off, I thought I heard him murmur, "You didn't seem this broken when we broke up."

still hung up on

he wasn't wrong. Breaking up with him hadn't hurt

you hurt me slowly, over and over, til I just got numb to

and my stomach growled. Opening my eyes, I saw Jace scrolling through his phone, completely absorbed. He hadn't even noticed I was

snapped up, and he tossed his phone aside, rushing over. "You're awake! Why

me?"

starving." I muttered,

be. Some things never change. Every time you had a cold or

people lose their appetite when they're sick; I just got

Lindey used to tease me, laughing, "A fever isn't

talked, Jace reached over to feel

a wet wipe to clean my hands and

have to ask-everything inside

me deeply in those ten years

sat a caramelized mushroom and kale salad, celeriac, pear, and butter bean soup, and gnocchi -dishes I hadn't had in forever but had

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broke up, nothing had tasted this comforting. Sure, I could order anything I wanted from a restaurant, but nothing quite tasted like home. Or, really, like Hayden's cooking. He'd spoiled me,