Dexter's handwriting was excellent.

Josie still remembered Dexter's childhood days when his grandfather had arranged for the best calligraphy master in Wavery to teach him. The master didn't agree to teach him for money but for personal relationships.

She had once snuck in secretly. Dexter, more often than not, seemed to be daydreaming, as if everything else was more intriguing than the ink and quill pen in front of him.

Seeing that he had no interest in studying, Josie secretly took him out to play.

The teacher was often so frustrated that he was practically fuming.

There was no helping it. Dexter was a prodigy, so even when he was only half as good, he still outshone those who had dedicated over a decade to professional study. And this didn't change even after all these years.

The strokes were as precise as iron etchings and as delicate as silver hooks, displaying a harmony that was as seamless as clouds floating across the sky and water flowing down a stream.

Josie found herself enveloped in an embrace from behind, her right hand held firmly in his. As the pen fell onto the paper, the essence of calligraphy emerged immediately.

at peace, whatever

a bit uncomfortable and asked, "Can I interpret everything that happened today as a veiled

Don't forget the prerequisite is Summer's pillow talk. She was still in Rivodia, staying by that person's side. If they were

fell silent for

Dexter was powerful enough that they wouldn't dare to act recklessly. Therefore, their only choice was to target those who were most important to each

one, and Josie knew that, which was why

already figured it out, so he didn't press further. Suddenly, he said, "Grape

shot through Josie's heart. She immediately turned around and pushed him away. "Is she okay? Is it

the ink that had spilled onto the paper, a faint smile playing on his lips. Sᴇaʀᴄh

the morning, she followed the servant to feed the little wolf she was raising. As she was descending the stairs, she stumbled and scraped her knee. It wasn't serious though, after bandaging it up, she continued to play wildly in the courtyard." Dexter found himself almost amused and exasperated as he

Did you

worry were the heartaches of being a mother. The mere thought of it was

everything's fine," he assured

her to me tomorrow,"

suddenly spoke. "Look at yourself

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