No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 567

Chapter 567 Christmas

It seemed they were heading over to help prepare dinner.

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The lights in Preston’s courtyard were already glowing, making the place feel even more lively than during the day.

Zach sat at the table with his paper and fountain pens neatly arranged nearby.

He appeared energetic, wearing reading glasses as he prepared to write Christmas blessings himself.

However, although the pen was ready, when he lifted it, his wrist trembled slightly and refused to stea He tried several times but still could not form a stable stroke.

He set the pen down with a hint of frustration, his face showing the quiet helplessness that came with age.

Seeing this, Nora stepped forward with concern and spoke gently, “Don’t worry, Zach. Take it slow. If y don’t mind… maybe Evan can try writing it?”

The moment she spoke, everyone in the courtyard froze in surprise.

Zach showed clear astonishment. He adjusted his glasses, looked toward Evan in the wheelchair, and asked, “Oh? Evan knows calligraphy? He can write cursive?”

To everyone present, Evan had always appeared as a decisive business figure who seemed far removed from elegant arts like this.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Evan smiled modestly. His smile softened the pale look left by his long illness.

“You flatter me. I only practiced a few years when I was young. I’m rather rusty now. If you don’t mind, 1 can try.”

His manner was calm and balanced, neither overly modest nor boastful, giving Zach a graceful way to accept.

A spark of appreciation appeared in Zach’s eyes, and he waved enthusiastically. “Come, come! Let’s see how the young people write!”

Mason stepped forward and pushed Evan’s wheelchair closer to the stone table.

Amelia followed out of curiosity. She watched as Evan adjusted his position, and his expression immediately grew focused.

He reached out and lifted the pen while everyone’s attention fell on his hand.

His hand was long and strong. Although his arm had not fully regained its strength, the pen in his grip remained remarkably steady.

He raised the pen with his wrist suspended and fixed his eyes on the paper. After a brief moment of concentration, his wrist moved and the pen tip flowed across the surface like running water,

Chapter 567 Christmas

At that moment, Amelia felt as if she were seeing a completely different Evan.

He no longer looked like the patient weighed down by illness and injury.

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Within moments, “May love, peace, and hope fill you life” appeared across the page. His penmanship w amazing, especially the cursive writing of each and every alphabet.

Everyone in the courtyard stared in amazement. Even Kaia, who had just stepped out carrying a dish fi the house, stopped blankly at the doorway. Her complicated gaze settled on the man in the wheelchair whose expression was so focused.

There was a calm elegance about him shaped by hardship, making him appear even more remarkable than when he had been healthy.

Amelia watched the scene and remembered Linda’s earlier words. Suddenly, a realization struck her.

Perhaps the appeal of a man like this never depended solely on his healthy body or prestigious background.

The true attraction came from the talent and character rooted deeply within him.

Zach even rose from his seat and walked around the table to take a closer look. Leaning forward throug his reading glasses, he studied the paper carefully and praised it again and again, “Wonderful writing! Truly excellent! The younger generation is impressive!”

His satisfaction was obvious. His praise came from sincere admiration for ability, untouched by any concern about status or family.

After the ink dried slightly, he personally handed the paper to Kaia. “Kaia, go hang this at the front gate!”

Kaia snapped back to her senses and silently accepted the papers.

The texture felt solid, much like the man in the wheelchair who still gave others a sense of steadiness and

trust.

She nodded, turned to fetch paste and a ladder, and quietly walked toward the gate.

Amelia’s gaze followed her retreating figure. She watched Kaia climb the ladder and carefully paste the paper. The final rays of the winter sunset brushed across her profile, leaving her expression hard to read, yet that intense focus made Amelia feel that her emotions were far more complicated than her mother believed.

Dinner was prepared by both families working together.

Inside the kitchen, Nora and Kaia’s mother took charge of cooking while Kaia helped nearby. Amelia wanted to assist as well, but the elders laughed and pushed her out of the kitchen.”

Tonight’s meal was not yet the formal Christmas Eve feast, so it was not prepared with elaborate ceremony. Still, every dish was an authentic local specialty.

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