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?"

she was throwing up nonstop on the flight and now, just landed, she's running a fever. What

Cedric had no answer.

a sharp motion, Stella snatched the kit from Cedric's hands and shut the door in their

and shook his head. "Man, look at the

pressed into a thin line,

he turned

him, "Hey, where are

...

the room, Stella took Briony's

99.9 degrees.

least her fever

first aid kit, rummaged through it, but found nothing suitable

other option, she soaked a cloth in rubbing alcohol and gently wiped Briony's forehead and neck, hoping to bring her fever

brow furrowed in distress.

for her friend, and she silently cursed

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

Somewhere in that fog, she heard a familiar voice calling to

"Bryn... Bryn..."

found herself in a

stretched on and on, so long she began to feel a swell

another voice echoed from

further! Come back, come

She stopped and turned.

into a sun-dappled path

her to ride a 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

used to say, "The hardest part is always the beginning. It's not talent that matters most,