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

Chapter 999

Hayden gave her an unwavering sense of security and endless emotional support. If depression ever tried to knock on her door, he wouldn’t even let it in.

He carefully laid out the couplet paper and prepared the ink for her. He even set up a camera on the side, ready to document the moment.

“What should I write?” Keira asked, staring at the blank red banners in front of her.

“Whatever you want. Anything is fine,” Hayden replied easily, the picture of a doting husband, fully embracing her freedom to decide.

Keira glanced around the courtyard, at the people sitting alone, lost in thought. A wave of emotion washed over her, and inspiration struck.

She picked up the brush and wrote the couplet:

“Though the courtyard holds no feast, it warms the heart.

As long as the heart seeks the sun, warmth is everywhere.”

The horizontal inscription: “You and I Welcome Spring.”

When Keira finished, she looked up at Hayden. He was smiling.

Keira frowned instantly. “You’re not allowed to laugh at me.”

a poet’s soul,” he said as

were alive, they had nurtured her in every way possible. Later, when she lived with the Johnston family, they asked if she wanted to continue learning, but back then, she was just a guest in their house. She knew her place and had turned down many things, claiming she

traces remained. Even now, when she picked up a brush again, her hand still remembered. It wasn’t professional–level, but it was good enough.

to her. She realized he had recorded the entire

feel like you missed out,” he said simply.

really understood

outside

to be part of something, but the courtyard guests, who had been sitting in solitude moments ago, suddenly stood up to

had started as just Hayden and Keira quickly turned into a lively group effort. A

Her hands were skilled, and the patterns she cut were intricate and beautiful. The most

BON

in love with it instantly.

and melancholy from before were swept away, replaced

suddenly struck

all have time, why don’t we make dumplings together for New Year’s?” Keira

of them hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances.

a little push. “My wife loves dumplings. Just think of it as

everyone agreed.

prepared the filling, others rolled the wrappers, and some folded the

hadn’t spoken about before, the struggles of spending the

the time they finished, evening