Since Eleanor had spoken, Kendrick didn’t say much more. He gently stroked Annabelle’s back and said, “Learn from Mr. Duncan more often. He’s an expert in calligraphy and painting.”
“Got it,” Annabelle beamed at him. “You two go ahead.”
With that, Kendrick left with Eleanor.
Watching the two walk away, Annabelle couldn’t help but feel a little sour inside. But soon, she shifted her focus back to discussing paintings with Mr. Duncan. As they immersed themselves in the details of the artwork, a sense of mutual understanding blossomed between them—like finding a kindred spirit.
As they conversed, a young man's voice rang out from outside the lounge.
“What’s the topic? Sounds lively. Why wasn’t I invited?”
The voice sounded somewhat familiar. Annabelle turned toward the entrance and saw
