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

the individuals in the living

sense of what was enclosed within the

way of returning the favor?

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

why prepare so

of warm milk and sandwiches to the person lounging on the couch.

This place is truly stunning.” Eileen responded. Every picture Elm had sent was clear.

seals remained intact. Inside, nearly a hundred

were drawn

with curiosity, “What’s Eileen

from a friend. I recall that Eileen has a friend with the last name Smith,” Sharon

Elm? I remember, he participated in this year’s winter

her gaze toward Eric, whose

shoulder.

Eileen, won’t you

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

her milk for five years cast a shadow

car, she headed

Eileen swiped her

clicked on the folder, unveiling a video

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

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

enchanting vistas along the journey. While the train swiftly traversed

conclusion of Elm’s video, Eileen found herself yearning

could see it

the day having progressed to two or three in the afternoon, Eileen, emerging from

matter of seconds, Elm answered the call promptly. “What is it,

it.

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

the original footage? The unedited version,”

many requests, not happening! Goodbye.” The call concluded

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

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