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.

Snow,” the

nodded, his gaze directed at the individuals in the

without needing to glance, already had a sense of what was enclosed within the envelope.

way of returning the favor? Or

of freshly-baked brownies.

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

lounging on the couch. “What are you looking

This place is truly stunning.” Eileen responded. Every picture Elm

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

eyes were drawn to

with curiosity, “What’s Eileen looking

Eileen has a friend with the last name Smith,”

I remember,

Vera shifted her gaze toward Eric, whose

backpack, grasped the USB drive, and slung her bag over her shoulder. “Inform Father,” she stated, “I have my final piano lesson today, so I

Eileen, won’t you have your

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

drugging her milk for five years

she headed

swiped her identification card, found

folder, unveiling a video that

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

laugh escaped Eileen’s lips, accompanied by a stirring emotion that warmed her heart in an

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

the conclusion of Elm’s video, Eileen found

could video chat? I could see it for

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

answered the call promptly. “What is it, Ms. Eileen? What do you want?”

I appreciate it. The photos you captured

the other end, reminiscent of just waking up, responded indifferently, “Mmm, got it,” before adding, “Anything else? I’m about to

original footage? The unedited version,”

a hint of nonchalance, Elm replied, “So many requests, not happening!

opportune moment to bring up the subject when he returned.

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