Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 672

Briony squeezed her hand, shaking her head at her like she was a silly girl.

Carey broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

When they left Starlight Entertainment, Stewart was the one driving.

Briony sat in the back, her body weak, leaning into the seat.

Stewart glanced at her in the rearview mirror. "Are you feeling sick?"

Briony shook her head, gazing out the window at the passing city. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Stewart, I feel like I haven't really looked at this city in so long. Could you drive me around for a bit?"

Stewart's hands tightened almost imperceptibly on the steering wheel.

He lowered his lashes and answered softly, "Of course."

The black Bentley wound its way down the city boulevard.

They drove past the bustling heart of downtown, the streets painted in neon and laughter.

Then they slipped into the university district, lined with rows of golden-leaved trees.

The tires crunched over a carpet of fallen leaves, sending them swirling into the air-little sprites in golden cloaks, dancing on the autumn wind. The car's shadow stretched behind them, drifting farther and farther away, until those golden leaves fluttered back to earth.

A sparrow swooped down from a nearby branch, snatching up a leaf before taking off again.

Autumn had arrived. And with it, winter couldn't be far behind.

...

Pearbrook, the black Bentley came to

had painted the

Briony sat with her eyes

voice gentle

slowly opened

Pearbrook," Stewart

rolled down

off the water drifted in, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers-a fragrance that soothed

the last rays of red lingered

of color across her pale, fragile face,

back door opened and Briony

unbuckled and followed

whole row of flowering

shimmered, petals drifting down in twos

ahead, Stewart quietly trailing

short distance, Briony's breath grew heavier, her

onto an

sat down beside her, unscrewed the top from a thermos, and handed

warm water, and felt her breathing

to Stewart, who replaced the

do you remember what you said, about wanting your ashes scattered here

Stewart froze.

look

him a faint smile. "If don't make it through this, please find a peaceful place for me somewhere with good energy. Somewhere that will protect

strained, his throat tight, "don't talk

to do what I can to make it up to them. You've given us more than enough, I never have to worry about money. But as

a deeper breath, her voice

goes by so quickly. In the blink of an eye, the twins

lifted a hand, pointing to a spot not far away. "I remember, years ago, I stood right there and watched a woman playing with her little child-maybe

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