Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 163 Anything Else

Amidst the enchanting backdrop of Moulmore, Remdik, Elm shared glimpses of his solitary journey, capturing the ethereal beauty of the aurora and a charming selfie with a reindeer.

Dressed in a black storm suit, his hooded coat adorned with strands of hair dusted with Blake frost. Elm’s images elicited a gentle smile from Eileen.

Her gratitude flowed through a message: It’s beautiful. Thank you.

Thank you for experiencing these sights on my behalf.

In the distant reaches of Moulmore, Elm traversed the icy landscape alone, his tent emitting. wisps of smoke against the harsh winter backdrop.

Despite a significant fifteen-hour time difference between Remdik and his home country, Elm remained unperturbed as he embarked on a solitary journey. Along the way, he crossed paths with other travelers who were also reveling in their holiday adventures.

A voice in Remdikian called out from behind, “Elm, it’s time to eat.”

Seeing the reply he got from Eileen, Elm chose not to respond. Instead, he stored away his phone and exited the extended tent.

On the eve of New Year’s Eve, the company granted everyone time off, and Eric and Vera were busy decorating the residence with red lights that adorned the glass windows, swiftly infusing the home with a festive atmosphere.

Sharon, having injured her waist, returned from the hospital to the Swan residence just in time for the New Year, although Eileen wasn’t sure how long she would stay this time.

Enjoying a rare day off at home, Eileen didn’t want to waste her time. With a bag on her back, she descended from upstairs.

Sharon emerged from the kitchen, saying, “The New Year is almost here; where are you planning to go?”

“I’m going to the library to borrow some materials.”

“We’re on holiday; why are you still studying? Take a good rest at home. I’ve made some brownies; they’ll be ready soon.”

Just then, another voice rang out. “Ms. Eileen, there’s a letter for you in the mailbox!” A housekeeper held a thick stack of envelopes. “In this day and age, it’s strange that people still send letters, especially all the way from Remdik.”

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When she heard the housekeeper’s words, the first person that came to Eileen’s mind was Elm.

Eileen accepted the letter, unfolding its contents, as Eric and Vera returned with their shopping spoils, each carrying two large bags in their hands.

the housekeeper greeted.

nodded, his gaze directed at the individuals in

a sense of what

of returning the favor? Or

a tray of freshly-baked brownies. “Mr. Snow, Vera, you’re just in time. Come have

table, remarked, “Sharon, why prepare so much? We can’t possibly consume all of this. Gavin, Sharon,

lounging on the couch. “What are you looking at, Ms. Eileen? Oh my, this is truly beautiful. Where is

truly stunning.” Eileen responded. Every picture Elm had sent

delicately unsealed the envelopes, ensuring the seals remained intact. Inside, nearly a hundred photos

were drawn

with curiosity, “What’s

letter from a friend. I recall that Eileen has a friend with the

perhaps it’s Elm? I

toward Eric, whose gaze dimmed.

her shoulder. “Inform Father,” she stated, “I have my final piano lesson today, so I won’t be home for lunch.”

won’t you have your

brushing past Eric, “No, I won’t; don’t bother preparing then in the future.” She took a bite of her sandwich and left the

milk for five years cast

entering the car, she headed to the

her use. Reaching the seventh floor, Eileen swiped her identification

folder, unveiling a video that unfolded over three to four

scene commenced with Elm’s entrance into a bustling station. Amidst the commotion, his voice resonated, “There’s a train from Hulbury to Musbane, spanning over seven thousand kilometers. Make sure you get a sleeper ticket; don’t make the naive mistake of opting

by a stirring emotion that warmed her heart in an unprecedented way.

sleeper berth by the train’s window captured the most enchanting vistas along the journey. While the train swiftly traversed

Eileen found herself yearning for more.

could

two or three in the afternoon,

Elm answered the call promptly. “What is it, Ms. Eileen? What

appreciate it. The photos you

reminiscent of just waking up, responded indifferently, “Mmm, got it,”

the original footage? The unedited

replied, “So many requests, not happening! Goodbye.” The call concluded with

more opportune moment to

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