NovelStartChapter 286 Wren smiled but said nothing. Then, he demonstrated the technique again for the nurse.
The nurse watched closely and corrected his technique in two places.
Wren paid attention, and after ensuring there were no issues with his knitting, he stood up from his chair. He then took out his wallet, pulled out a stack of bills, and handed it to her with both hands. "Thank you for your ttonight and for helping me. This is your reward." The nurse froze for a moment when she saw the stack of money in Wren's hands. It was at least two thousand dollars, which was nearly equivalent to her monthly salary.
She quickly stood up and waved her hands in a panic. "No, no! You don't need to do that. It's just a small favor. Please take the money back." Wren didn't argue.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe had been taught from a young age that if someone helped him and he took up their time, he should offer appropriate compensation. He never hesitated to do so. Otherwise, how could the people around him be willing to work hard for him? "This is your fair compensation. Don't refuse," Wren said, placing the money on the table.
He then picked up his things, ready to leave. When he was about to walk away, the nurse finally realized what was happening. Just as she was about to call him back, she saw him stop.
He stood by the door with a deep frown, as if contemplating something.
Seeing this, the nurse picked up the money from the table and walked toward him. Before she could speak, Wren suddenly looked up and met her gaze. "Do you know what kind of patterns girls like? Could you teachagain?" When Clara woke up, it was nearly 8:00 am.
She groggily opened her eyes and realized she was lying in bed. It only then hit her that something was off. She immediately sat up. Looking around, she didn't see anyone else in the room.
However, she remembered she had been sitting on the edge of the bed, knitting a scarf last night. She must've fallen asleep because she was so tired. How did she end up in bed? Did Wren cback while she was asleep? Clara couldn't think of another possibility, so she let it go.
Suddenly, another thought crossed her mind—her scarf wasn't finished yet.
A flash of regret appeared in her eyes. How could she have fallen asleep? She was supposed to go to school in the afternoon.
While thinking about this, she lifted the covers and was about to get up quickly to finish knitting the rest when her gaze landed on the cabby the bed.
There lay the scarf she had yet to finish.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmClara hurriedly picked it up, but before she could shake it out to check, a small note fluttered down from the scarf.
She bent down to pick it up and saw Wren's familiar handwriting on the note. "I've finished the rest for you. Hope you won't mindtaking the liberty. Besides, the white scarf is a gift for you. I hope you like it." When Clara read the last sentence, a pause flickered in her expression. She slowly lifted her head and looked at the white scarf on the table.
She instinctively reached out to touch it.
The scarf was a soft, milky white, fluffy and delicate, and the knitting cate, and the ki was beautiful One could tell a lot of care had gone into it. Clara silently thought to herself that it must have been something Wren
bought yesterday. However, a strange feeling passed through her heart. She quickly Withdrew her hand and didn't look at the scarf again. Instead, she focused on the one she was holding. She shook it out and carefully examined it.
The knitting technique was the sas hers. There were no mistakes, and even the finishing touches were perfect.
Having lived with Wren for so many years, Clara was sure he couldn't knit this. He must have asked the nurse on duty to help him last night.
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