"I'm sorry, but no."
A sense of crisis washed over Mr. Sinclair, and without a second thought, he took the item from Chloe Sinclair's hands.
This was the first gift his daughter had ever given him, and it was priceless. He would never sell it, no matter how much money he was offered.
Upon hearing this, a flicker of disappointment crossed Mr. Thorne's eyes, but his mood remained good. He turned his head. "Miss Sinclair, I was wondering if you might be interested in joining the Calligraphy Association?"
Chloe Sinclair shook her head, keenly aware of her own limits. "Thank you for thinking so highly of me, but my skills are still lacking. I'm afraid I'll have to decline."
This time, Mr. Thorne was truly disappointed, and his whole demeanor seemed to deflate.
