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

Chapter 877

Chapter 877

“Yes!” Lena and Aaron replied in unison.

Mrs. Goodwick froze for a moment, then gave an awkward laugh. “You two are uncle and niece, having grown up together, but now that you’re adults, you should have your own spaces. What if Mr. Ace brings a girlfriend home? It wouldn’t be convénient, would it?”

She certainly knew how to mind others‘ business.

“I don’t have a girlfriend, so there’s no inconvenience,” Aaron replied flatly, blocking her attempts at argument like swatting away a fly.

“But men and women are different,” Arthur said, his gaze toward Lena taking on a peculiar edge.

“Only dirty–minded people think that way,” Lena shot back without hesitation.

The back–and–forth between Aaron and Lena left no room for the Goodwick family to save face. Their expressions darkened considerably.

Mrs. Lane had to step in to smooth things over. ‘It’s just that Lena had some trouble with a medical dispute recently. We were worried about her safety, so we let her stay with her uncle for the time being.”

“Oh, I see,” Mrs. Goodwick replied with a forced smile.

words and rebelled instinctively. “Actually, I plan to stay

Goodwick

Goodwick was no pushover, either. She smiled faintly. “It’s fine for now since your uncle doesn’t have a girlfriend.

dictate how long Lil‘ Lena stays at my place or how she chooses to live,” Aaron said, his tone

had no intention of entertaining their matchmaking proposal. Moreover, the idea of the two living together–uncle and niece

who know your relationship might understand, but to outsiders, it could

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expression darkening. “Speaking of misunderstandings, we might as well mention Chairman Goodwick. Not

the occasion, she turned to her husband, glaring. “Harvey, you brought that vixen out again? Are you planning to make

of Crimson took a liking to her, so I brought her along,”

to provide the footage from that

Fine, I’ll just die and make space

a reluctance to get involved in the mess.

Aaron exchanged a subtle glance. Quietly, they hooked their pinkies, a childhood gesture they used to celebrate

turned his fury toward

stood up and kicked him squarely. Arthur flew backward, crashing into the furniture with enough force to shift it, sending everything on it tumbling

and rushed over. Pulling Arthur to his feet, Mrs. Goodwick pointed at