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

Chapter 943

James glanced at the rearview mirror before chuckling. “Alright, I’ll back up and head out.”

“Drive along the edge,” Aaron said, giving him a look that clearly meant you can leave now.

James let out a whistle. “Wish you success in winning the beauty’s heart.”

He drove off slowly, but as he passed by Lena, he leaned his head out of the window. “Little sister, still remember me?”

Lena rolled her eyes discreetly. He obviously recognized her but still chose to tease.

That was just who he was. Though James and Aaron were like brothers, Lena wasn’t required to call him “Mister” like Aaron. James had made it clear he didn’t want to feel old, so he insisted she just call him “James.”

“James,” Lena greeted without taking his teasing to heart.

“Have fun, and don’t waste your uncle’s thoughtful gesture,” James said with his usual bluntness.

Lena hadn’t overheard the earlier conversation between the two men and didn’t understand his comment, but she nodded anyway, waving goodbye as his car disappeared into the snowy road.

Once James’s car was out of sight, Aaron walked over to her. Her hat and scarf were already

He gently brushed

you

been running and spinning in

Aaron said, his gaze soft as he noticed her flushed cheeks, reddened from the exercise.

his fingers startled her, and

them grew

Lena noticed the slight stiffness in Aaron’s expression, she realized her reaction had been too abrupt. She

for you?” It wasn’t until he mentioned it that Lena remembered his talent for drawing. Back when she was in school, he had helped her with every hand–drawn poster, leaving her with

she asked, surprised not that he could draw but that he wanted to do it

here.

done it before, haven’t I?”

Chapter 943

He had been overseas for so

move,”

“Uncle, are

same hands she had just complained were too cold were now

in front of her. She tried to look behind but couldn’t turn far enough because of her bulky winter clothes. Aaron seemed

what he was drawing, she noticed his hands turning red from the cold. Regret bubbled