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

Chapter 908

Aaron’s fingers tightened slightly around the glass of milk, his dark gaze flickering faintly. Lena, sensing the tension, held her breath. She was already regretting her words, thinking of an excuse to explain further, when Aaron spoke.

“Alright,” he said simply.

He agreed.

Lena exhaled in relief, quickly reaching out to take the milk with both hands, like a child trying to behave. “Thank you, Uncle.”

She wasn’t sure if she was thanking him for letting her go so easily or for thoughtfully preparing the milk.

Holding the glass, she retreated to her room as quickly as possible. Aaron stood in place, watching her until she disappeared from view, his gaze dropping only when she was out of sight.

Now that he had agreed, Lena began packing her belongings. She didn’t have much–she’d always been someone with few material desires. When she first moved in, it was with the intention of staying temporarily, so her things were limited to what she had brought with

her.

It didn’t take long before her luggage was packed. Looking around the room one last time, she whispered to herself, “Goodbye.”

If it weren’t for the fear of making Aaron feel bad, she’d have left right then and there. But another night wouldn’t hurt. She decided to leave early in the morning before he woke up, sparing both of them the awkwardness of a farewell.

place, Lena got into bed and drank the milk he had prepared. She

fall asleep quickly to wake up early. Yet no matter how hard she tried, sleep evaded her.

more chaotic her thoughts became. Images of Aaron leaning in earlier flashed in her mind unbidden. She could still feel the phantom trace of his presence and the faint scent of him lingering

she yanked the blanket over her head. Just then, she heard the sound

back earlier, so it must have been someone else arriving.

below, she saw Aaron with his long–time friend, James.

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from the driver’s seat, speaking loudly through the open

she saw him walk over to James’s side and knock on the driver’s door. James began grumbling. “If you’re not going to let me drive, and you’re so scared of my driving, why did you call me here in

and moved to the passenger side. However, just as he opened the door,

is my car, and

adjusted his posture and didn’t dignify the protest with a

“I get it now. You’re saving this seat for

in the form of the engine revving loudly. James understood

impossible,” James muttered, slamming the passenger door shut and begrudgingly climbing

her window, holding her breath until the car finally drove off. Only

toward her bed, her gaze fell on the neatly packed suitcase. A thought struck her–it might be better to leave now. If Aaron woke up early, they’d run into each other,