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

Chapter 894

“Uncle, why did you come so early? And you didn’t even tell me!”

Lena came to an abrupt halt in front of Aaron, stopping just short of throwing herself into his arms.

If she were still a child, she wouldn’t have hesitated to leap into his embrace. But now, as adults, she was acutely aware of the boundaries between men and women, even if he was

her uncle.

Still, her hurried steps caused her momentum to pitch her body forward slightly. Aaron raised his hand to steady her, his touch firm yet gentle. “I didn’t want to interrupt your dinner or affect your mood.”

Lena smiled softly at his words. Her body instinctively leaned closer to him as her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “Mood? What mood? I didn’t even want to be there. All I wanted was to be at home, lying on the couch, eating a bowl of noodles you made.”

Under the interplay of light and shadow, Aaron’s gaze softened even further. “Then let’s go home. There’s more than just noodles waiting for you–I made all your favorites.”

Lena’s eyes lit up. “So you already prepared dinner?”

“Of course. I promised we’d celebrate tonight. I knew you’d be tired, so I made it at home,” Aaron replied, his tone unsentimental.

To outsiders, Aaron appeared cold and aloof, the kind of man who sat at elegant dining tables, waiting for someone to serve him while he used only the finest silverware.

But to Lena, he was someone who boiled soup, cooked porridge, and rolled up his sleeves to prepare meals just for her.

breakfast during her visit to him abroad–it was always the exception rather than the rule. Most of the time, he was

him from loving her properly. But now,

followed Aaron to his car. Only then did Nate remember

seem to have the courage to walk

loud, jarring roar of a

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deafening, drawing everyone’s attention.

see a motorcycle speeding

out!” Nate shouted.

instantly, pulling Lena into his arms and

engine’s explosive growl piercing the air as it launched off the hood of Aaron’s Cayenne. It landed with a screeching skid,

a taunting “Whooo!” as he disappeared,

noise faded, Aaron didn’t let go of Lena. She found herself pressed against his chest, her nose filled with the

where she could hear

felt as though everything that had just

wind howled wildly, ruffling hair and tugging at clothing. Yet, for the two of

as though the icy wind was blowing straight from Siberia into his chest. It wasn’t just cold–it

away from Aaron’s arms. She was a little embarrassed, so she changed the subject to ease the moment.