Chapter 299
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.
At first glance, Freya felt as if the sky was falling. These words were not part of everyday vocabulary. Each one was like a cryptic symbol, with some strokes numbering over twenty.
he 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 hand could beautifully craft these hundred rare words.
Preston was asking the impossible.
“Mr. Tyler…”
“Finish it or go home,” Preston said coldly, looking like he had anticipated her protest.
Under pressure, Freya had no choice but to face the daunting list again, picking up her pen with difficulty.
When Neil returned home, the day had turned to dusk, his handsome face showing signs of hard work. He casually pushed open the door to Preston’s study.
Seeing Freya practicing at the coffee table, Neil paused, then said, “You’re still at it? Preston, how can you be so heartless with a girl?” Approaching Freya, Neil surveyed the cryptic text on the table, his expression indescribable.
“How is it? Can you make anything out of it?”
Meeting Freya’s hopeful gaze, Neil paused before managing to say, “The writing… it’s good, but maybe it would look better on yellow paper!”
Freya forced a smile. So, her writing resembled cryptic symbols?
Glancing at his watch, Neil said, “It’s getting late. I should take you back to your apartment.”
Freya was eager to return. Despite Neil’s reassurances that Preston would support her, she knew from past experiences that the only person she could rely on was herself.
She couldn’t afford to place all her hope in Preston. After all, his help was conditional on his interests.
“So, I’ll…” Freya started, her eyes filled with hope and resignation as she glanced at Preston, who sat on the sofa.
Without looking up, Preston said, “Go ahead.”
