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 in

to glance, already had a sense of what was enclosed

this his way of returning the favor? Or perhaps

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

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

a cup of warm milk and sandwiches to the person lounging on the couch. “What are you looking at,

is truly stunning.” Eileen responded. Every picture

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

drawn to the

with curiosity, “What’s

that Eileen has a friend with the last

Elm? I remember, he participated

gaze toward Eric,

stored the photos 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

you have

I won’t; don’t bother preparing then in the future.”

for five years cast a shadow over

the car, she headed to the library.

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

clicked on the folder, unveiling a video that unfolded

spanning over seven thousand kilometers. Make sure

accompanied by a stirring emotion

most enchanting vistas along the journey. While the train swiftly traversed these fleeting

of Elm’s video, Eileen found herself yearning for

if we could video chat? I could see

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

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

received it, and I appreciate it. The photos you captured

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

the original footage? The unedited version,”

many requests, not

Eileen decided to wait for a more opportune moment to

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