Chapter 417
Rosemary penned for him a few poems, one per page, leaving Bernard overjoyed, rereading them time and time again.
"I want some too." Cornelia, influenced by her husband’s enthusiasm, also fell in love with Rosemary’s handwriting.
Rosemary then wrote a few pages for her.
The paper was just regular printer paper, gotten from the doctor, but once graced with Rosemary’s writing, it seemed precious.
"Rose, your handwriting is so beautiful." Cornelia admired her script, lavishing praise generously.
"So, isn’t Rose beautiful?"
As soon as Clark made this comment, Cornelia smacked him lightly. "You’re just jealous. Rose is of course beautiful, unless someone was blind and couldn’t see."
"Rose, can you sketch something else for me? Anything at all!"
Bernard adored Rosemary’s artwork so much, he held out a blank piece of printer paper, hoping Rosemary would sketch something.
"A piece by Rose is worth a fortune. She can’t just sketch anything on a whim!" Kenneth worried his precious daughter would be exhausted. "Wait till you’re discharged, and when Rose has time to visit you, she’ll bring you some of her works."
"Just a quick sketch to whet my appetite." Bernard still held the printer paper, his eyes full of expectation as he looked at Rosemary.