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 housekeeper

nodded, his gaze directed at the individuals

sense of what was enclosed within

way of returning the favor? Or

from the kitchen, cradling a tray of freshly-baked brownies. “Mr. Snow, Vera,

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

milk and sandwiches to the person lounging on the couch. “What are you looking at, Ms. Eileen? Oh

This place is truly stunning.” Eileen responded.

the envelopes, ensuring the seals remained intact. Inside, nearly a hundred photos awaited, along with a USB

eyes were drawn to the scene.

with curiosity, “What’s Eileen looking

a friend. I recall that Eileen has

Elm? I remember,

shifted her gaze toward Eric, whose

in her 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 won’t be home

won’t you have your

I won’t; don’t bother preparing then in the future.” She took a bite of her sandwich

for five years cast a shadow over Eileen’s

entering the car, she headed to the

Reaching the seventh floor, Eileen swiped her identification card, found a computer, and eagerly connected

on the folder, unveiling a video that

resonated, “There’s a train from Hulbury to Musbane, spanning over seven thousand kilometers. Make sure

lips, accompanied by a stirring emotion

sleeper berth by the train’s window captured the most enchanting vistas along the journey. While the train swiftly traversed these fleeting landscapes, Elm skillfully slowed down the frames, allowing her to savor every moment.

of Elm’s video, Eileen found herself yearning for

chat? I could see it for myself right now.

afternoon, Eileen, emerging from the library, chose to dial Elm’s

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

it. The photos you captured are

responded indifferently, “Mmm, got it,”

I see the original footage? The unedited version,”

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

Eileen decided to wait for a more opportune moment to bring up the subject

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