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?"

cold look at Stewart. "Thanks to someone, she was throwing up nonstop

Cedric had no answer.

the kit from Cedric's hands and shut the door in their

Cedric scratched his nose and shook his head. "Man, look at the mess you've

a thin line, his expression stormy and

he turned and strode

"Hey, where are you

...

Stella

99.9 degrees.

her fever wasn't dangerously

aid kit, rummaged through

other option, she soaked a cloth in rubbing alcohol and gently

furrowed in distress.

and she silently cursed

between chills and feverish heat. She had a vague sense of someone tending to her, but her eyelids

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

"Bryn... Bryn..."

sound and found herself in a dark,

on, so long she began to feel a swell of

another voice echoed

go any further! Come

She stopped and turned.

had transformed into a sun-dappled path lined with

a path just like this. She'd been so afraid of falling, always struggling to learn, but her grandfather never scolded her. He

say, "The hardest part is always the beginning. It's not talent that matters most, Bryn-it's the courage to keep going, even when it's