Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 374

The camera captured every moment.

The director watched the footage, eyes fixed thoughtfully on Rosita, who

appeared just a little stiff on screen.

Night fell, and filming paused.

After dinner, the cameras rolled again.

The production team had set up a makeshift group competition at the town's old community stage.

The guests took turns performing, their two team coaches present in the audience.

Everyone managed to pull off their acts decently.

The applause from the villagers was thunderous and didn't die down for quite some time.

It was the locals' way of warmly welcoming the outsiders.

For each guest, this was an experience they wouldn't easily forget.

Except for one person, who felt restless, every minute dragging by like an eternity.

At last, three exhausting days and two long nights of filming came to an end.

On the fourth day, the shoot wrapped up, and the guests began to make their way home.

and Ferdinand

heading back to Northborough, they made

month, but

absent-minded, a gentle soul lost in her own world,

child, she would greet familiar faces politely but shrink behind Kendal whenever

and Ferdinand stayed in the countryside

mother now

to Northborough, Briony shared this observation

listened, lips pressed together in thought, before asking, "Do you

just worry that if my mom grows more and more attached to your uncle, what

a gentle smile. "Mrs. Hudson

shook her head. "But they're not family. It just

start to feel like

for so long. Does it really matter what

verne

always keep me at arm's length, always so polite and formal. Honestly, it makes me

at a loss for

his eyes. "He calls you Bryn, and so does Mrs. Winslow. Sometimes I wonder, when will I get to call

blinked, caught off

cruised high above the

first class, Briony

her head,

of gold, the clouds edged with sunlight like tufts

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