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

Chapter 991

Did he look like an Ace family member now?

She called him Uncle Aaron–even if he didn’t like her, he still shouldn’t just abandon her like this.

The two of them stood there in a silent standoff.

After a few seconds, it was Aaron who gave in:

Her small face was already red from the cold. If she stayed out any longer, she’d freeze.

Without another word, he picked her up again, stepping through the wind and snow to place her into the car. This time, he set her in the back seat.

She had always sat in the passenger seat before.

Now, she wasn’t even worthy of that anymore?

Maybe it was the lingering effects of the alcohol, or maybe she was just feeling too hurt, but Lena curled into herself, burying her face against her knees.

Aaron saw everything.

He even knew exactly what she was thinking.

His heart clenched with pain, but he had to be ruthless. Only by forcing her into a corner would she find the courage to move forward–truly move forward.

By the time they arrived at his place, Lena had already fallen asleep.

Aaron carried her inside, and as he looked down, he noticed the faint traces of moisture on her lashes.

He lowered his head and pressed a light kiss to her eyes.

“Little quail.”

Lena slept deeply that night–so deeply that she didn’t even dream.

By the time she opened her eyes, the sky outside was bright and the snowfall had stopped.

She looked around, recognizing where she was.

Then she remembered everything from the night before.

so early in the morning, was already chilled.

a heartless

got up from bed and walked to the window. The snow outside had piled up thickly, and on a

messaged

loneliness, emptiness, and

Lena replied instantly:

the hunger of the

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her and Hayden–him standing beside the snowman he had made for her that morning, both of them smiling

Lena replied, adding

always go find your Uncle Aaron,] Keira suggested.

reply this

Aaron wasn’t home.

the fresh tire tracks made it clear that

the lingering effects of alcohol–she

opened the wardrobe, she

It was empty.

things before leaving last time, swearing to herself that she would never set foot in this place again.

But now?

unable to leave without showering first. She smelled of stale alcohol and sleep, and if she got in a cab like

to deliver clothes to her

dilemma, she walked out of the bedroom to confirm that Aaron really wasn’t home.

Good.

her some

order new clothes online and have them

about to place an order, her eyes landed on the laundry drying rack on the balcony.

there was one of Aaron’s

Perfect.

That would do.

clothes into the wash, and once they were dry, she’d change and

his wardrobe and picked out a white dress shirt, holding it

oversized–long enough to be worn as a makeshift sleep

that once she sank

the heat soaked into her skin, she reflected