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

Chapter 895

Aaron waited patiently, his hand still outstretched.

In the darkness, the two men stood at an impasse. Finally, Nate relented and handed over the bag, but not without saying, “You can’t give her a future.”

The truth of their relationship loomed large. Even though Aaron wasn’t biologically related to the Ace family, and therefore had no blood ties to Lena, in everyone else’s eyes, they were family–close family.

For them to transition from uncle and niece to lovers would invite condemnation, gossip, and endless scrutiny.

The weight of public opinion was crushing. Aaron could choose to ignore it, but what about Lena?

“Mr. Ace, true love means protecting her from harm,” Nate added as Aaron turned to leave. Nate knew his words were tinged with selfishness–after all, he still had feelings for Lena -but his concern for her was genuine.

Aaron didn’t falter. With Lena’s bag in hand, his steps were firm and confident. His voice was calm but carried an undeniable edge. “Dr. Neumann, take care of your own affairs. As for everything else… you needn’t worry.”

He returned to the car and handed the bag to Lena.

“What did Nate say to you?” Lena asked. She had seen them talking but was too far away to

hear.

and steady. After a moment, he raised a hand to smooth her wind–tousled hair,

Outside, the scenery flickered past

had brought her a sense of peace. But now, as the adrenaline

lingering sensation of Aaron’s embrace, felt like

knew she was processing her emotions–and he

car stopped, neither of them moved to

nervously, a telltale sign of her

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a faint smile

I might’ve pushed too hard. At this rate, she’s likely to find some excuse to run away, he thought to

worry–it’s nothing. These days, young people love to show off and provoke others,” Aaron said casually, giving

he unbuckled both his seatbelt and hers. “Come on, let’s go. There’s a

opened the door and stepped out of the car.

eyes for a moment. She even gave herself a discreet pinch on the arm, muttering internally: Lena, what on earth are you thinking? This is your uncle. He was just protecting you in an

little self–chastising gesture and couldn’t help but chuckle quietly.