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

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The message Keira had asked Hayden to pass on was simple: “My father is no longer here. I will speak of his origins at his gravesite, and nothing more is needed.”

Over the years, only the Johnston family had given her warmth and familial love. She didn’t feel any attachment to the other so–called relatives, nor did she see a need to force a connection

Having gone through so much, Keira had come to understand that no matter how strong blood ties might be, they require companionship and nurturing to truly matter.

When Hayden returned, Keira was busy at the cafe. For some reason, business was particularly good today, with an unusually large crowd. Even the staff were struggling to keep up.

“Quite a crowd today,” Hayden remarked, sounding as puzzled as Keira felt.

“Right? Look at this,” she said, glancing at the full tables inside and outside the café. Her heart brimmed with satisfaction.

Over the years, Keira had held high–ranking, well–paying positions, whether working for Jace or Ron. Yet, none of it brought her joy. This little café, however, filled her with a sense of fulfillment and happiness as if she had gained the whole world.

“Looks like my wife is on her way to becoming rich,” Hayden teased, putting on an apron.” Let me help out. Don’t wear yourself out.”

said sincerely,

gentle hug and kissed her lightly on the cheek. “But I worry about you.” She leaned her head against his, playfully rubbing his face with her hair. “How did the

had thoroughly investigated the situation and informed Keira about

and not overly pushy. He just said he’d like to meet

I thought?” Keira asked as she set aside

water and handed it over. “I did. The old man said

was partly his responsibility, though it wasn’t entirely

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else did he say?” Keira

head lightly. “Nothing more.”

the meeting between the Mitchell family and the

meeting with him, then.” “Alright, as

pace–unhurried and steady–was immensely satisfying. While Hayden busied himself helping out in the café, Keira leaned back and watched the guests outside. A curious pattern emerged: most of them were alone. Some sat in silence, lost in thought; others read

were on their phones, almost as if the

guests. While a few tables hosted two or three people, the majority were occupied

even officially opened yet. Her intent had been to create a personal retreat or a peaceful space for others who sought solitude,