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

Chapter 954

Ron’s apartment was a three–bedroom place, with two bedrooms and a study, all clean and neatly organized.

Lena was staying in the guest room. The curtains and furnishings in the room, especially the vanity, looked as if they were specifically chosen for a girl.

“Dr. Lane, don’t misunderstand. This room isn’t my ex–girlfriend’s, and you’re the first woman, aside from my mom, to stay here,” Ron quickly explained.

He told Lena that this room was reserved for his mother. Sometimes, when she had an impulsive moment or got into a fight with his dad, she’d stay over for a while. That’s why the room was decorated in a feminine way.

Lena could feel it too; the room had a distinctly maternal scent. It made her think of the times she used to sleep in her mother’s room when she was a child.

Her mother had told her to sleep in her own bed, but Lena refused and would sneak back into her mother’s room in the middle of the night, a habit that continued until she was ten. One day, her mother asked her why, at that age, she was still so clingy.” Are you afraid to sleep alone?”

At the time, Lena’s answer was simple: as long as her mother was near her, she felt secure and could sleep peacefully.

As she grew older, she gradually stopped seeking out her mother’s bed. It had been a long time since she’d shared a bed with her, and now, it had even come to the point where she was afraid of going home and facing her mother.

They say that growing up was a series of separations: birth was a separation from the mother’s body, growing up was a separation from those closest to you, marriage wa.separation from your family, and sickness and death were a final separation from the world.

It dawned on her that, without realizing it, she had been apart from her mother for so long.

as if her disdain and resistance to her mother’s concern were

a surprise!” As soon

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mother–daughter relationship had turned

earlier and had quickly run off, which probably upset her. So, she decided to soften her tone and flatter

made Briana pause for a moment.

way

unfamiliar room. She sighed inwardly. “What a life, now I’m living like

you suddenly say something like this?” Briana, being sensitive, immediately picked up on the

don’t want me to say anything, I won’t,” she said with a sigh.

going through something. Are you

did something happen at work? Did someone bully you?” Briana’s worry

remembering what she had told her, and thinking of the way her heart fluttered when she

up,” Briana hummed, “Ask

you like has found a boyfriend who’s 18 years younger than her. What do you think of

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If I had the chance and luck, I’d go for someone 28 years younger than

didn’t even need to ask. Her father must have been in the room, and