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

Chapter 906

Tonight, Lena had stayed late at the hospital for surgery. When she returned, she didn’t see Aaron’s car and assumed he wasn’t home.

Without having eaten dinner, she cooked some noodles and was chatting with Keira while eating. Out of nowhere, Aaron appeared. He was dressed in loungewear, his hair slightly damp as if he’d just showered–clearly, he had been home all along.

“Uncle… you, you’re home?” Lena stammered, hurriedly trying to turn off her phone. In her flustered state, she accidentally knocked over the bowl of noodles she had barely touched.

She was embarrassed, frustrated, and downright annoyed. What a mess–starving to death, and now the noodles were gone too.

Aaron, having clearly overheard Keira’s voice message, seemed completely composed. He walked over and stopped her from grabbing at the spilled noodles. “Let me handle this. Did you burn yourself?”

“No burns, just scared by you,” Lena replied as she finally managed to turn off the voice

message.

As Aaron cleaned up the spilled noodles, he said plainly, “Daring enough to tease me, but still afraid?”

His frankness left Lena with no reason to feel awkward. “What do you mean, tease? Everything she said was true. Look at you–middle–aged and still single. It’s not just others who are suspicious; even I think there’s something unusual about you.”

Aaron paused in his cleaning, his reserved eyes lifting to meet hers. The depth in his gaze sent an unexpected shiver through Lena.

gaze, if directed at another woman, would be impossible

Aaron said suddenly, his

met them abroad, right? But wait didn’t you say before

and wiped down the table before heading to the

don’t bother cooking. I’m not eating anymore,” Lena said, the sharp edge

compensated,” Aaron

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an unhurried elegance. “I don’t have a girlfriend. That doesn’t

thoughtfully. “That makes sense. But if you like her, why

blue flame flickering like a reflection of the fire in his heart. Turning his head slightly to look at her, his gaze was clear and unblemished. His voice dropped a notch. “I’m afraid…

some monster or ugly freak. If anyone’s going

not good enough for you? Maybe she’s so far from your

why would confessing scare

heating up. Aaron poured oil and vegetables into it, the air filling with the sound of sizzling. “No,

you say she’d be scared?” Lena leaned against the

to boil, turned his calm gaze back to her. “She and I aren’t ready yet. It’s like this water. If you add