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

Chapter 756

In the middle of the night, I started coughing deep, rough sound that wouldn't let up. Probably just a cold.

My respiratory system has always been weak, and whenever I catch something, it usually triggers coughing fits. Between the long day and the chilly mountain air, it was no surprise.

"Cough, cough..." I clutched my throat, the irritation making it feel like something was stuck there.

Even after drinking water, the coughing didn't stop. That's when I heard a knock at the door.

A knock in the dead of night can be unsettling, but being at the monastery, I felt oddly calm. Before I could ask who it was, a woman's voice called softly from the other side. "I'm from next door."

It had to be Mrs. Drago. She had a reputation for being deeply spiritual, and now she was standing outside my door.

I got up and opened it. "Good evening."

"I heard you coughing and thought you could use this," she said, holding out a small bottle of honey and herbal syrup. Her tone was gentle, her hair perfectly pinned back with a soft volume at the crown, and her smooth forehead gave her an air of grace and warmth. It was hard to reconcile this kind, serene woman with her infamous husband and criminal

son.

"Thank you," I said, accepting the syrup. "I'm sorry for disturbing your rest."

I hadn't expected this from someone tied to so much

approach her, and here she

disguise. Guess those old sayings

you catch a chill? It gets cold in the mountains, and young women like you often don't dress warmly enough," Mrs. Drago said,

"Yeah, I didn't bring

an admission-it was strategy. Showing vulnerability would make it easier to

age, I probably seemed like a kid.

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Chapter 756

a compassionate nature. If she didn',

you a blanket to keep warm," she

keeping my tone humble and

to the syrup in my hands. "Mix that with warm water-it'll help soothe your

moving to pour some water. Then I

nine at night,"

meals a

disapproving shake of the head was almost immediate. "You young people

a sip. The taste

of Lindey back at the Johnston residence. Every time the seasons changed, she'd make me something just like this. No matter what, it was