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

Chapter 885

Aaron stood in the doorway, dressed in a sleek black silk pajama set. His freshly showered hair, slightly tousled, softened his usual sharp appearance, and a pair of rimless glasses perched elegantly on his high nose bridge gave him an air of refined sophistication.

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Lena had always known her uncle was handsome, but at that moment, he seemed almost impossibly so. The sight stirred an impulsive, fleeting thought in her–an inexplicable urge to claim him as her own.

The notion passed as quickly as it came, leaving her cheeks flushed red. She hurriedly lowered her gaze, avoiding both his eyes and her own wandering thoughts.

“I saw your light was still on. Why aren’t you asleep yet?” Aaron’s voice was soft and slightly husky, magnetic and soothing in the stillness of the night.

“Can’t sleep,” Lena replied as she stepped out of her bedroom and made her way to the living room sofa.

He followed her without prying further, though she explained on her own. “I have surgery tomorrow–a procedure on a fetus in utero.”

Aaron nodded, already aware of her schedule. At the tea station, he opened a tea tin, his elegant fingers selecting a few leaves and placing them in the pot. “Nervous?”

“Not really, but I’m still worried,” Lena admitted, sitting cross–legged on the sofa with a stuffed bear under her chin.

As the sound of water boiling filled the room, Lena turned her gaze toward him. “Uncle, do you like children?”

the button on the tea kettle and replied

kids are soft and cuddly–they’re adorable,” Lena said with enthusiasm, her experience delivering countless babies

Aaron countered, pinning the blame

the reason he didn’t like kids.

chuckled softly. “Did I leave you traumatized.or

why I don’t like kids now,” Aaron said as the water in the pot came to a boil, releasing the

not blame me for everything?” Lena retorted boldly, using

name.

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the tea as if her words amused

again. She started by watching the tea, but her gaze wandered to his profile–the fluid movements of his hands, the calm focus on his face.

uncle, she thought, she might not have been able to resist pursuing

his head. Their eyes met, and she froze, feeling

her stuffed bear to shield her face. He noticed her small gesture

obediently got up, retrieved the milk, and handed it to

and the sweet aroma

there anything