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.

bed and

up early. Yet no matter

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

then, she

it must have been someone else

her curiosity, she got up and peeked out through the curtains. Down below, she saw Aaron with his long–time friend, James.

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the driver’s seat, speaking loudly through the open car window.

“If you’re not going to let me drive, and you’re so scared of my driving, why did you call me here in the first place?”

Aaron’s mistrust, James got out of the car obediently and moved to the

and I can’t even sit

posture and didn’t dignify the protest

leaned against the passenger door, pointing at Aaron with mock outrage. “I get it now. You’re saving this seat for some girl,

the form of the engine revving loudly. James understood the message: get in the car now, or he’d leave him behind.

the passenger door

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

her bed, her gaze fell on the neatly packed suitcase. A thought struck her–it might be better to leave now. If Aaron woke