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.”

know my wife had a poet’s soul,” he said as he gently took the brush from her hand. “And your calligraphy–it’s

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

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.

down, then picked up the camera and handed it to her.

you to feel like you missed

really understood her.

outside to put

it was the sight of her large belly making an effort, or maybe they just wanted to be part of something, but the courtyard guests, who had been sitting in solitude moments ago, suddenly stood

Keira quickly turned into a lively group effort. A young girl even mentioned

patterns she cut were intricate and beautiful. The most surprising piece was a silhouette of Keira, pregnant,

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absolutely delighted, falling in

mood shifted completely. The loneliness and melancholy from before were swept

idea suddenly struck her.

all have time, why don’t we make dumplings together for New

them hesitated,

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

everyone

others rolled the wrappers,

before, the struggles of spending the New Year away from home. But

finished, evening had