Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 371

The woman's slender, delicate fingers danced across the strings of the

instrument.

A beautiful melody floated through the night, gentle and lingering.

For a moment, Donna simply listened, lost in the music-until suddenly, it hit her. "Wait, is this... Grandpa's Song?"

Ms. Kensington could play this piece too!

Unable to contain her excitement, Donna pulled out her phone and began recording the scene.

Briony hadn't touched a lute in years. At first, her fingers fumbled, the notes a bit uncertain. But soon enough, she found her rhythm, her confidence returning with every chord.

The music drifted beyond the garden, drawing in members of the production crew. The director glanced at his assistant.

The assistant immediately produced a stabilizer and handed it over.

The director switched on the camera, capturing the moment with smooth, steady movements.

Ferdinand stood to the side, his own phone quietly recording.

When the final note faded, the entire group fell silent.

Then, with a rush, applause broke out.

surprised to see that-apart from Rosita, Bill, and Daisy- everyone else had

bow,

sparkled. "Ms. Kensington, you were incredible! Have you ever studied folk

actually. My grandfather hired a folk music teacher for me. I started when I was eight, but I didn't keep

training. I just recorded

for a moment, then nodded. "I

cut it in. Before it airs,

again, her smile warm.

the guest room, Rosita quietly

Rosita and Bill

stern as he looked at her.

but she knew there was no point pretending now. There was no way she

a bullet tonight by pretending to faint—but what

supposed to film

and two nights.

to

no way she

avoiding

it.

long pause, Rosita finally met Bill's eyes. She decided to

"Yes. I was pretending."

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