Chapter 296

Miles and Stella had their backs to her. Stella was standing on a little stool, staring intently at something on the desk. Beside her stood Miles, with a pen in hand, occasionally smiling as he explained something to her. "Mr. Hawke, does the kitten really look like that?" Stella asked in her childish voice, pointing to the desk. Miles nodded with a soft smile. "It's at my house right now. If Megan approves, I'll take you to my home to play with it, or maybe I'll bring it here so it can play with you." Stella nodded eagerly. Then, she sounded a little troubled as she said, "Mr. Hawke, your hand is so steady. When I draw, my lines always get crooked." He replied warmly, "When I was little, it was the same for me. I studied traditional painting, which requires using a brush. I couldn't get it right and used to cry about it in secret. "Later, I decided to stick with it and practiced writing calligraphy at the same time. Little by little, I improved every day. Eventually, I learne