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

Chapter 550 Chapter 550

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Wade stayed quiet, clearly wrestling with something-or just unwilling to admit it. I decided to cut to the chase. "Wade, did you come into Yuna's life on purpose?" His head snapped up, panic flashing in his eyes. That look alone was answer enough.

Thinking of how I resembled Narelle, and remembering how Wade had been close by after her passing- even following me into the hospital for Yuna's surgery couldn't help but ask, "Were you hoping that by spending time around Yuna, you'd get to see me more often? To... imagine Narelle through me?"

"No." His denial came out fast, almost desperately. "I haven't done that. Not even once."

He took a big gulp of coffee, like he was trying to calm himself or bury something.

I didn't say anything, just watched him carefully.

"Believe me or not," Wade said, his voice serious, "I've never thought of you as Narelle. You may look alike, but I know you're not the same person."

His honesty reassured me-at least a little.

I'd always worried that Wade might see me as Narelle's replacement, that he'd never really move on. Now that he'd said otherwise, I believed him. But one thing still didn't add up.

"Still," I pressed, "your presence around Yuna feels way too coincidental."

mouth tightened, and he

wasn't just my imagination-there was definitely more to his sudden interest

I'll stop you

He faltered again.

his eyes; he wasn't putting on a show. But Wade and Yuna barely knew each other, so why this intense urge

a thought struck me, making my heart

looked down, as if he knew I'd figured it

transplant... the heart she received... it was

felt like my blood turned to ice.

refusing to leave. He hadn't been there for me-he'd been there to witness Narelle's heart beating again, now inside Yuna. I took a

murmured, his eyes misting

the coffee grounded me. "So, in a

it?"

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she's not Narelle. She just has Narelle's

a little further. "Do you think that love comes from Yuna herself, or from the heart beating in

of coffee. "I don't