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?"

throwing up nonstop on the flight and now,

Cedric had no answer.

motion, Stella snatched the kit from Cedric's

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

lips pressed into a thin line, his expression

moment, he turned and

"Hey,

...

the room, Stella

99.9 degrees.

fever wasn't

rummaged through it,

and gently wiped Briony's forehead and neck, hoping to

brow furrowed in distress. Even unconscious, she looked

for her friend, and

feverish heat. She had a vague sense

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

"Bryn... Bryn..."

the sound and found herself

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

voice echoed

further! Come back, come

She stopped and turned.

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

talent that matters most, Bryn-it's the courage to keep going,