Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 436

"Miss Lim, please feel free to tell me!" Kim said with a smile.

"I didn't know what love was until I met you..."

After Wendy finished reading the poem in a mild tone, she paused for two seconds and continued, "I have always liked this poem. I just heard Mr. Gray mumble it, so I guess you should like it as well! It's just that my handwriting is relatively ugly. Mr. Gray, you're a knowledgeable person, so your handwriting should be good. Can you write this poem for me?"

In fact, she knew her request was quite abrupt. Fortunately, Kim did not think much about it and thought that he should not refuse her since she had lent him her treasured book. So he nodded happily and said, "Of course!"

Aunt Lee came down from upstairs just in time, so she asked Aunt Lee to bring a pen and paper.

Kim had studied abroad in the early years. Although he didn't practice handwriting often, he wrote very well. And it just so happened that Aunt Lee took down in addition to A4 white paper, there was Charlie's commonly used pen.

After taking it over, Kim buried his head on the tea table and started to write quickly.

It could be seen that Kim also memorized this poem vividly. He just started to write with the pen in his hand and almost didn't need to recall. There was no pause in between, it's all about the crisp clattering sound of the pen tip on the paper.

After finishing writing the last sentence, Kim handed it to her.

"Thank you!" Wendy said gratefully.

"Just a few letters!" Kim smiled and waved his hand. He covered the pen and immediately got up from the couch. "Well, the book is returned to you. I'd better not bother you anymore! Also, Miss Lim, thank you for your coffee!"

Finally, as his eyes fell on the coffee mug, he reluctantly took back his eyes.

Wendy stood up along with him. "Mr. Gray, I'll see you off!"

Kim smiled and nodded.

Outside, the sun was setting in the west unconsciously, and the rose- colored sunset glow was beautiful like a dream. There was a driver waiting outside the yard. When he saw Kim coming out of the villa, he was already very close to coming down and opened the rear door for Kim.

Wendy stood where she was and watched the luxury car leave. Then she turned around and entered the villa.

Aunt Lee had already entered the kitchen and began to prepare dinner. When she heard Wendy's footsteps coming back, she came out wearing an apron.

As usual, Aunt Lee wanted to ask Wendy what she wanted to cook at night, because since she came to this house, generally speaking, she would cook for them in person, and Aunt Lee was responsible for preparing food materials and cleaning the kitchen after eating.

It was just that after Aunt Lee asked Wendy today, Wendy did not answer, or she did not hear and went straight upstairs in a hurry.

Wendy went straight into the bedroom, walked to the cabinet by the window, and opened a drawer at the bottom.

It's all her stuff in here. She did not immediately put the book in her hand into it, but picked up a bookmark lying inside quietly.

It was originally sandwiched inside the novel, but before lending the novel to Kim, she took it out.

Like the novel, the bookmark was also old.

Even if the outside of the bookmark was sealed with a layer of plastic film, the edges of it had been yellowed, this was a very traditional ancient style bookmark, only a few maple leaves on top of it, but there's a row of small block letters in blue and black in the bottom right side.

Wendy clearly remembered that when she was a child, the novel was always by her mother's pillow. Her mother would read it every night, sometimes gazing blankly at the bookmark, and touching the words on it with hands over and over again. Her mother taught her to write, so she knew it could not be her mother's handwriting. It was more powerful, more like a man's handwriting...

Wendy swallowed her saliva and picked up the A4 paper next to her.