NovelOnlineThe sky was gloomily dark. Laura was accompanying Claudia, but Zach was nowhere to be seen.
"After all, it was someone who had raised her for many years. Don't take it to heart, Father, Mother." The two elders joined hands, both carrying the ssorrow. "Seeing Leanne like this bringsgreat comfort." Mark sighed. "She's dutiful, very persistent. Thinking about everything she's done before, she's got guts. She is definitely my daughter." The more he spoke, the more resolute and powerful he became.
Laura nodded, tentatively asked, "Shall we head back to rest?" Mark's gaze, however, fell upon the man smoking under the magnolia tree. His stare seemed to carry a weight, leaving one breathless with just a single glance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Mr. Olsen." Dexter respectfully greeted and promptly extinguished his cigarette.
"How's Justin holding up emotionally? If he's willing, he can stay with the Olsen family so he doesn't have to feel burdened." A faint smile flickered across Dexter's face. "That's quite challenging." "I know, but for the sake of Leanne, I'm willing to give it a shot." "He's still just a young lad with ambitions and dreams that reached for the skies. It's best not to force him." "What ambitions does he have? I'd be glad to lend him a hand." The magnolia petals fell, creating ripples in the small pond.
"Don't worry, I will take care of it," said Dexter.
Mark let out a sigh, falling silent for a long while. As the day had turned into night, the cold was inevitable. He gave a wave of his walking stick, indicating that he was leaving.
When Josie stepped out of the room, she immediately noticed Mark's slightly hunched figure. Leaning on a cane, he was gradually disappearing into the night.
Dexter looked up under the tree and bumped right into her.
I feel it's somewhat similar to the we spent at Mason Garden. It's Inbelievable, all the important eople were right there with us." In he warmth of the room, Josie ested one hand on the table her one laced with gentle mockery. She had swept half of her long hair up, securing it with a hairpin. With a quill pen held in one hand, she was writing on the pristine paper.
Being in that state, she appeared she was bored.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe house had everything one could need. Claudia had set up a study for her, and the items within were no small matter. Each one was purchased from an auction, carrying a hefty price tag.
However, ever since moving in, Josie had never set foot in there. That was her first time.
Dexter's tall figure was leaning against the door, his face backlit, making it hard to discern his expression. "They harbored intentions of treating you well." "I know," Josie quickly answered with a dismissive wave of her hand, lifting her head. "By deliberately being ingratiating, it seems they've put all their hopes on Pop. They clearly have ulterior motives." She was upset, which was why she had called Paul 'Dad' in their presence earlier, even though there was no need for such formalities between them.
Dexter walked up to her, focusing on the things she was writing for a while. "What made you suddenly decide to practice writing?" he asked, then smirked. "It looks like a doctor's handwriting." Josie's handwriting was actually quite impressive, but she had always struggled with using the quill pen. Despite her efforts, her skills hadn't improved over time.
Josie beceven more irritated, throwing her quill pen onto the paper. "I know you have beautiful handwriting. No need to flaunt your superiority." Dexter raised an eyebrow.
The quill pen she had was an antique from a hundred years ago, worth no less than a million at an auction, yet she casually tossed it aside.
Dexter hummed in agreement, "It must be the pen causing the issue. Let's switch to another one." As he spoke, he selected a quill pen from the pen holder. It was a beautiful piece, adorned with a crimson phoenix design. He gave it a few light flicks. The quill pen felt light and easy to hold. "What do you think of this one?" In a huff, Josie remained silent.
He took her hand, leading her to dip the quill pen in ink.
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