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

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Chapter 669

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"Huh?" Mr. Yule blinked at me, surprised, then turned to his wife. After a moment, he nodded. "Alright, thank you, R-Rea."

"It's really no trouble. Honestly, I've been meaning to visit you," I admitted, guilt creeping in. Wade had given me their address weeks ago, but I kept putting it off.

Now, I couldn't help but wonder if things might've been different if I'd reached out sooner. Maybe they wouldn't have spent days terrified before finally going to the police.

The drive to their home was quiet, neither of them saying much. But I felt Mrs. Yule's eyes on me, and it wasn't just a glance. She was searching for something, seeing me through the lens of her memories of Narelle. When we arrived, I insisted on walking them up to their apartment. I needed to make sure they were safe.

spot on the ground. "See those cigarette butts?

touch anything," I said firmly. "Leave it exactly like this until the police

feeling a little awkward about showing up empty-handed, but

need. I'm fine, really," I said quickly, waving it off. "Let's

said, already moving toward the kitchen. "Wait a moment. I'll make you some honey pomelo tea. Narelle loved it." His voice softened. "Every year, I'd make it myself. It's just

motioned for Mrs.

in the kitchen, their hushed voices drifted

scare her. She's not Narelle,"

she look so much like Narelle?" Mrs. Yule whispered, her voice

who look alike," he said, trying to sound logical. "You've seen those celebrity look-alike shows-they're practically identical."

realizing it, I silently promised

they prepared the tea, I wandered the room, taking it all in. Their apartment was small but immaculate, every corner organized with care. A piano stood in one corner, draped with a dust cloth, and perched on top was a gleaming trophy. Above the piano hùng a framed photograph. I

girl. The girl was dressed in

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