Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 180

After they arrived at the hotel-

Stella swiped the keycard and pushed the door open. Briony's face twisted in discomfort; she clapped a hand over her mouth and rushed straight into the bathroom.

Retching echoed from inside.

"Bryn—” Stella called, hurrying after her.

Outside the bathroom, Stewart and Cedric Clarke waited in the hallway, listening

to Briony's painful vomiting. Both men wore grim expressions.

It was a while before the sounds finally subsided.

Stella emerged, supporting a pale and exhausted Briony as they left the bathroom together.

The room had two beds. Stella guided Briony to one and helped her lie down.

Briony was clearly feeling awful-she barely managed to close her eyes before slipping into a restless sleep.

Stella pressed her palm to Briony's forehead.

A slight fever.

She tucked the blanket around Briony, then got up and stepped outside the room. Looking straight at Cedric Clarke, she said, "Leave your first aid kit with me."

Cedric handed it over, concern etched on his face. "Is she all right?"

look at Stewart. "Thanks to someone, she was throwing up nonstop on the flight and now, just landed, she's running a

Cedric had no answer.

Stella snatched the kit from

"Man, look at the mess you've made...

thin line, his expression stormy

a moment, he turned and strode toward

after him, "Hey, where are you

...

room, Stella

99.9 degrees.

fever wasn't dangerously

the first aid kit, rummaged through

she soaked a cloth in rubbing alcohol and gently wiped Briony's

furrowed in distress. Even unconscious, she

ached for her friend, and she silently cursed Stewart all

chills and feverish heat. She had a vague sense of someone tending to her, but her eyelids felt impossibly heavy; she

dreams blurred and shifted. Somewhere in that fog, she heard a familiar

"Bryn... Bryn..."

the sound and found herself in a dark,

stretched on and on, so long she began to

another voice echoed from

further!

She stopped and turned.

a sun-dappled

bike along a path just like this. She'd been so afraid of falling, always struggling to learn, but her grandfather never scolded her. He was always there with a steady hand

It's not talent