Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 367

"I understand," Rosita sighed, rubbing her temple. "Could you pick up some painkillers for me? My headache's really bad, and I'm not sure I'll be in great shape for the recording later. Maybe you could let the production team know?"

Bill grinned. "That's no problem. I'll send my assistant to get the medicine now, and I'll talk to the director later and ask them to keep an eye out for you."

It was ten o'clock at night. Crickets chirped and cicadas hummed under a bright full moon.

For the first night of filming, the production crew had set up a cozy campsite in the backyard, complete with local dishes and drinks for all the guests to enjoy under the moonlight.

Everyone was expected to attend; after the director's repeated invitations, Rosita felt she couldn't really refuse.

Out in the yard, soft orange spotlights illuminated the grass in gentle circles. The guests gathered around the camp tables and took their seats in a loose ring.

Briony found herself seated between Mary on her right and Ferdinand on her left. Ferdinand had only arrived after dark.

Briony was surprised to see him, and when she asked, she learned that the production team had specially invited him.

Ferdinand's mentor, Father Calloway, had been a lover of folk music. While teaching Ferdinand medicine years ago, he'd often use folk songs to explain the intricacies of the pentatonic scale-drawing connections between music and the healing arts.

Briony and Ferdinand plenty to talk about. Sitting side by side, they

as well, the atmosphere easy and cheerful. Now and then, a burst of laughter would ripple through

Riverview, with a bright, outgoing personality. Her accent had a hint of the port city in it, but her voice was clear and strong, giving

arrived, Mary had been the center

was a natural talker, armed with a seemingly endless

moment Rosita entered, the focus in the room shifted to her

asked, "Ms. Lockwood, I heard you

to him and

you for your concern, Driscoll. I just took some edicine-I'm

now."

guest stars, jumping up and offering his own place to

seat Tony vacated was directly across

you." Rosita flashed

blushing, scratched the back of his

a moment. "Of course, but I don't have a pen on

marker, practically beaming.

seen all your work. I'm