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

Chapter 624

They say men don't cry easily, especially not in front of women.

But I saw it with my own eyes-Ron's face crumpling, his reddened eyes filling with tears until they spilled down his cheeks..

I didn't try to comfort him. I just walked out, leaving him to grieve Hayden in his

own way.

Ron had said this company belonged to Hayden, though

on paper, Ron was the official owner. That said everything about their bond. Hayden had trusted him enough to put everything in his hands.

And now Hayden was gone. How was Ron, who'd clearly been waiting for him to come back, supposed to accept that?

The pain he felt couldn't be much different from my own.

I left his office and headed to Hayden's workspace. As a chief engineer, Hayden had always been hands-on for R&D, so his office was packed with experimental * tools and equipment. Yet, despite all the chaos of his work, the room was immaculate, every item in its place-so very him.

My gaze landed on the notebook on his desk, left open to a page of data. His handwriting, bold and precise, stood out like he'd just written it yesterday.

The ache in my chest came rushing back, sharp and relentless.

his tools, even the faint trace of his scent still lingering-was him. And yet, no matter

hollow ache was something only those who'd lost someone

ended up sitting at his desk, pulling open a drawer. Inside, I found the usual stuff-pens, USB drives, notebooks, Bluetooth headphones. Then my

It was a bracelet.

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think it had broken off. I dug around the box, looking for the missing piece, and found a few other unfinished parts. There was also

me. Hayden had been working on it, but

me. Now, this little bell proved it. Even after pushing me

gave the bell a gentle shake. Its chime was soft and clear, almost like it was speaking for him. Following the blueprint, I

matter how carefully I worked, I

never finished making it before... before

his life.

in a box. It was meant for me, and I was going to wear

there, I'd

like Hayden, I'd

me, I had just finished fastening the bracelet with a braided red cord I'd crafted into a makeshift clasp. It now rested

bell jingled softly with every little movement,

workspace?" Ron asked, his voice rough,

it was

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