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

Chapter 899

Hayden’s dedication to the courtyard was no less than hers.

On any other day, Keira would have been thrilled to follow his lead and share in the excitement. But today, she couldn’t muster any enthusiasm. Her attention was fixed entirely on the temple gates.

Even as the sun rose higher into the sky, the gates remained shut, and the unease in her heart grew heavier.

When Abbot Levinsky was still here, he opened the gates every morning without fail. After Jace arrived, he took over the task and once told her that opening the temple gates each day was like opening the door to one’s heart.

But today… why hadn’t he come?

Was he unwell?

The thought sent a ripple of panic through her. Unable to wait any longer, Keira stepped forward and knocked on the door. After what felt like an eternity, someone finally

answered–a lay disciple living at the monastery.

“Apologies,” he said with a slight bow. “Master Gregory might have overslept today.”

Gregory. That was Jace’s monastic name.

Hayden and Keira both bowed their thanks and entered the monastery.

“Does he oversleep often?” Keira asked the disciple as we walked.

“Not in the past, but recently Master Gregory hasn’t been feeling well, so he occasionally rises late,” the disciple replied.

Her heart skipped a beat. Not feeling well? What’s wrong with him?

Hayden supported her as they

the door, but there

awake?” Keira called out, her voice trembling

also called out, using his monastic name:

room remained silent.

unreadable. Keira felt a wave of dread wash over her and

firm on her arm. Wait here. Let me go

Chapter 899

He stepped inside.

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way Keira had never seen before. He stared at her, his lips pressed

Her knees buckled slightly, and she stumbled forward,

the

stillness of the meditation room, Keira saw Jace lying peacefully on

green robe, a scripture placed neatly beside him. In one hand, he

their school days, when he would fall asleep in bed with a book or test paper in his

that he was just taking a nap, shirking

a moment of rest.

summon the courage to move. Finally, she reached out with trembling hands and took the paper from his

pierced through her

in this world. My departure

for myself and freeing my body from the torment of illness.

are the consequences of one’s sins. I have borne this pain

let go–not because I cannot endure the pain any longer, but because I do not want those who love me to be burdened with keeping me alive through the cold steel of surgical tools or the chill of intravenous medicines. For me, that would be a torment far greater than the illness