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

Chapter 986

Chapter 986

Aaron led Lena out of the police station. He walked ahead, while she trailed behind, clutching the oversized coat he had draped over her shoulders.

His coat carried the faint scent of pinewood, and with every step she took, the fragrance seemed to weave its way into her senses. Maybe it was the alcohol fermenting in her system, but her head felt dizzy, her vision unsteady. Even Aaron, walking in front of her, seemed to sway.

However, the moment she stepped outside, the cold night air hit her like a slap, jolting her awake. She shivered and instinctively tightened the coat around her body–only then realizing that Aaron was left wearing nothing but a thin dress shirt.

“Uncle Aaron,” she called out, her voice laced with concert

But he kept walking, his long strides unfaltering. Whether he was ignoring her out of anger or simply hadn’t heard, she couldn’t tell.

Their figures–one leading, the other following–looked almost like a child who had done something wrong, chasing after an adult, afraid to walk too fast or too slow for fear of being left behind.

The night was freezing. If he didn’t put on more layers, he’d catch a cold. Lena quickened her pace, intending to return the coat to him, but her balance faltered.

Before she knew it, she was falling forward.

Thud!

She landed hard on the pavement, pain shooting through her knee. A sharp sting had her sucking in a breath.

A tall shadow loomed over her, and then, before she could react, a hand she knew all too well wrapped around her ankle.

his expression unreadable. After a quick glance

lot. But it could still move.

injured,” Lena muttered, speaking more to

to the same

up when he felt a

“Uncle Aaron.”

waist still bent. She sat on the ground, her

said, voice softer this time. “I can’t

stung terribly. And to make

drinking, but the alcohol was really kicking in now. If that

even walk straight? Your mother

up an unpleasant memory from

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mother used to say that Lena simply didn’t know how to walk properly. And yet,

busted forehead–injuries were routine for her. She had even managed to cut

they got hurt. But Lena? She got scolded, sometimes even spanked. Instead of comfort, she received lectures

grandmother’s house to clean her wounds. And if she was lucky, he’d slip her a piece of

gaze softened as she

sensing something, his dark eyes–shrouded by the night–flashed

and