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?”

button on the tea kettle and replied flatly,

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

noisy when you were little?” Aaron countered,

she was the reason he

softly. “Did I leave you traumatized.or

my patience soothing you when you were little. That’s probably why I don’t like kids now,” Aaron said as the water in the pot came to a boil, releasing the fragrant aroma

you not blame me for everything?”

name.

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Chapter 885

on the tea

by watching the tea, but her gaze wandered to his profile–the fluid movements of his hands, the calm focus on his face. Somehow, even making tea seemed elegant and captivating.

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

she stared, lost in thought, Aaron suddenly turned his head. Their eyes met, and she froze, feeling caught.

her stuffed bear to shield her face. He noticed her small gesture and couldn’t suppress

the milk, and

added the milk to the tea, and the sweet aroma of milk tea filled the room.

tea. Was there anything