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?

pace quickened. Hayden supported her as

door, but there was no

are you awake?” Keira called out, her voice trembling

out, using his monastic name: “Master

room remained silent.

a wave of dread wash

her, his hand firm on her arm. Wait

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He stepped inside.

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strained in a way Keira had never seen before. He

buckled slightly, and she stumbled

into the room.

meditation room, Keira saw Jace

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

of their school days, when he would fall

frozen, clinging to the desperate hope that he was just taking a nap, shirking

for a moment

the courage to move. Finally, she reached out with trembling hands and took

pierced

true birth or death in this world. My departure is merely an early return

for myself and freeing my

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

be burdened with keeping me alive through the cold steel of surgical tools or the chill of intravenous medicines.