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.

done similar things for Lena before–like making breakfast during her visit to him abroad–it was always the exception rather than the rule. Most of the time, he was too busy,

kept him from loving her properly. But now, seeing Aaron, he

to his car. Only then did Nate remember that he was

now, he didn’t seem to have the courage to walk

loud, jarring roar of a motorcycle broke through the night

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was deafening, drawing

a motorcycle speeding

out!” Nate shouted.

arms and spinning

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

“Whooo!” as

Aaron didn’t let go of Lena. She found herself pressed against his chest, her nose filled with the faint scent of cedarwood that was

his chest, where she could hear the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

enough, this made her feel no fear at all. Instead, it felt as though everything that had just happened was part

and tugging at clothing. Yet, for the two of them locked in

place, feeling as though the icy wind was blowing

pulling away from Aaron’s arms. She was