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?

it, her pace quickened. Hayden supported her as they made their way to Jace’s meditation room.

on the door, but

Keira called out, her voice

with us also called out, using

room

glanced at her, his expression unreadable. Keira felt a wave of dread wash over her and instinctively pushed the door.

his hand firm on her arm. Wait

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He stepped inside.

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had never seen before. He stared at her,

and she stumbled forward,

the

the meditation room, Keira saw Jace lying peacefully on

dressed in a simple green robe, a scripture placed neatly beside him. In one hand, he held a piece of

days, when he would fall asleep in

desperate hope that he was just taking a nap,

a moment of rest.

took her a long time to summon the courage to move. Finally, she

words written on it pierced through her like a blade:

so there is no true birth or death in this world. My departure is merely an early return to be

way is my way of taking responsibility for myself and freeing my

I have borne this pain as long as I could, knowing it was

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 itself.