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

Chapter 910

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In the hospital room, James held up his phone, snapping selfies from left and right. After examining the pictures, he muttered, “Who’s the shameless person claiming I’m seriously injured? If they have the nerve to say it, I don’t even have the face to admit it.”

All he had was a slightly reddened bump on his forehead from hitting the seat–no cuts, no bruises. Yet the unscrupulous reporters painted a picture of him being half–dead, making it headline news. Just earlier, he’d received a tearful phone call from his mother, who’d cried her heart out over the exaggerated reports.

“If you feel bad about letting people down, go find a rock or a concrete wall and hit your head harder. Then it’ll be believable,” Aaron quipped, earning a sharp glare from James.

“You’ve got some nerve, Aaron! That car I crashed was brand new–just picked it up yesterday. You owe me!” James grumbled, clutching his chest in mock heartbreak.

“My assistant will be here later. If you can still walk, go pick up another one,” Aaron replied coolly, exuding confidence.

James immediately spun around on his heels. “Walk? I can do a ballet routine right now.”

Aaron’s lips curved into a faint, helpless smile. Only James could be so easily placated.

But James suddenly stopped in his tracks, turning to fix Aaron with a sharp look. “Wait a minute. Something doesn’t add up.”

“What doesn’t add up?” Aaron asked, his tone even.

James jabbed a finger at him. “The crash. It doesn’t add up. You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”

head. James wasn’t entirely hopeless—after all,

that again, and you won’t get your car,” Aaron warned, cutting him off.

“Aaron, why would you deliberately crash? And injure yourself? What’s the point–some

expression unreadable. “Think of it

Are you upset about something? Or… did you get diagnosed with some terminal illness?” James’s imagination went wild, his

something like that,” Aaron

stop mid–thought, his eyes

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sudden realization. “I’ve got

him, exasperated. “….

>>

on her way to see him. Knowing her, she’d likely bring Lena along too. Glancing at the bump on James’s forehead,

cut. Wrapping it would ruin my looks,” James protested.

front of me, do

wasn’t harsh, but its impact was devastating.

at Aaron, James shot back, “If you keep insulting me, I’ll report your

Aaron asked, shutting him down