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

wake up early. Yet no matter how hard she tried,

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 in her

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

hadn’t driven back earlier, so it

resist her curiosity, she got up and peeked out through the curtains. Down below, she saw Aaron

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hour?” James called from the driver’s seat, speaking loudly

but 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

James got out of the car obediently and moved to the passenger side. However, just as he opened the door, Aaron said,

furious. “This is my car, and I can’t even

posture and didn’t dignify the

passenger door, pointing at Aaron with mock outrage. “I get it now.

James understood the message: get

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

watched the entire exchange from her window, holding her breath until the car finally drove off. Only then

better