The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday novel 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.

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 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.