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 the living

already had a sense

this his way of returning the favor? Or perhaps

emerged from the kitchen, cradling a tray of freshly-baked brownies. “Mr. Snow, Vera, you’re just

so much? We can’t

on the couch.

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

intact. Inside, nearly a hundred photos awaited, along with a USB drive tucked within

drawn

“What’s Eileen looking at?”

recall that Eileen has a friend with the last name

the guy from Smith Corporation? Or… perhaps it’s Elm? I remember, he participated in this year’s winter

her gaze toward Eric, whose gaze dimmed.

grasped the USB drive, and slung her bag over her shoulder. “Inform Father,” she stated, “I have my final piano lesson today, so I won’t be

you have

the future.” She took a bite of

her milk for five years cast a shadow

entering the car, she headed

free computers awaited her use. Reaching the seventh floor, Eileen swiped her identification card, found a computer, and eagerly connected her

video that unfolded over three to four hours.

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

emotion that warmed her

vistas along the journey. While the train swiftly traversed these fleeting landscapes, Elm skillfully slowed down the frames, allowing her to savor

Eileen found herself

could video chat? I could see

two or three in the afternoon, Eileen, emerging from the library, chose to dial Elm’s

Elm answered the call promptly.

it, and I appreciate it. The

waking up, responded indifferently, “Mmm, got it,” before adding, “Anything else? I’m

I see the original footage? The unedited version,” Eileen

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

to wait for a more opportune moment to bring up

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