The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday

Chapter 299

Freya had buried in books the whole afternoon. Preston hadn't uttered a word when her wrists ached from the relentless practice.

Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, Freya broke the silence. "Mr. Tyler, how do you think I'm doing?"

She handed over a sheet of paper to Preston, her efforts laid bare.

Preston barely glanced at it before saying, "Keep writing."

"Write what?"

"Rare words." Out of nowhere, Preston produced a list of a hundred rare words, laying the challenge before Freya.

words were not part of everyday vocabulary. Each one was like a cryptic symbol, with some strokes numbering over twenty. The print was far from clear, demanding close inspection of even the tiniest details, like a tricky bend or hook that could easily lead to mistakes. That was a real test of penmanship. Freya doubted that even her strong right

asking the

"Mr. Tyler..."

or go home," Preston said coldly, looking like he

the daunting list again,

Neil returned home, the day had turned to dusk, his handsome face showing signs of hard work. He casually pushed open

can you be so heartless with

it? Can you make anything out of

hopeful gaze,

managing to

maybe it would look better on