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.”

good. I didn’t know my wife had a poet’s soul,” he said

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 had

had read, the skills she had learned–all those traces remained. Even now, when she picked up a brush again, her hand still remembered. It wasn’t professional–level, but it

and handed it to her. She realized he

like you missed

understood her.

the ink dried, they stepped outside to put

large belly making an effort, or maybe they just wanted to be part of something, but the courtyard guests,

effort. A young girl even mentioned that

tools for her, and she got to work. Her hands were skilled, and the patterns she cut were intricate and beautiful. The most

BON

in love with

melancholy from before were swept away, replaced by laughter and warmth.

suddenly struck her.

we make dumplings together for New Year’s?” Keira suggested.

them hesitated, exchanging uncertain

push. “My wife loves dumplings. Just think

that, everyone agreed.

some prepared the filling, others rolled

worked, people started sharing bits of their lives–hardships they hadn’t spoken about before, the struggles of spending the New

the time they finished, evening had arrived.