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

Chapter 880

“Hey, pretty lady, want to move this party somewhere else?”

In the center of the dance floor, a man leaned closer to Lena with an inviting smile. Lena tossed her rarely unbound long hair over her shoulder, swaying slightly as she replied, “To your bed, perhaps?”

“If that’s what you want,” the man said with a grin, moving even closer.

Lena pressed a single finger to his forehead, stopping him in his tracks. “I think my bed would be more suitable.”

“Your bed works too,” the man smirked.

Leaning in closer, Lena gave a sly smile. “My bed happens to be a surgical table.

The man laughed, assuming she was teasing him. “So, what’s on the menu? Heart or liver?”

“Heart and liver,” Lena replied smoothly, her finger pressing precisely on the corresponding points on his body.

The man hesitated, clearly startled by her precision, but before he could react, Lena pushed him away with a flick of her finger. She had danced enough and left the floor, catching her breath.

From the crowd below, onlookers whistled and cheered, and a few men even reached out to help her down, eager for a chance to interact. Lena scoffed lightly and ignored them, instead extending her arms toward Aaron, who sat calmly watching her from his seat.

drawing more

crossed legs, stood up, and strode to the stage

his hand, and Lena jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. “Uncle, I’m so

hands supporting her, Aaron carried her effortlessly out of the bar amidst the crowd’s cheers and wolf whistles. “Had a little too much to

Her mother had put a stop to

for piggyback rides

his arms.

happy today,” Lena murmured, resting her head against his neck.

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back to their table, grabbed her jacket, and wrapped her up in his own coat before taking her outside to

smooth her messy strands out of her face. “Why do you feel like you

even know who I am anymore. To my colleagues, I’m the ace gynecologist. To my patients, I’m a guardian angel. To strangers, I’m an aloof beauty. To my parents, I’m an immature child.

any of those things. I hate being the Lena they see. I’m just me. I can’t even remember the last time I sang or danced. I’ve been so shaped by everyone

energy, she climbed back onto the

be used this way, but Lena began dancing on it like it was the most natural thing

with