Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 374

The camera captured every moment.

The director watched the footage, eyes fixed thoughtfully on Rosita, who

appeared just a little stiff on screen.

Night fell, and filming paused.

After dinner, the cameras rolled again.

The production team had set up a makeshift group competition at the town's old community stage.

The guests took turns performing, their two team coaches present in the audience.

Everyone managed to pull off their acts decently.

The applause from the villagers was thunderous and didn't die down for quite some time.

It was the locals' way of warmly welcoming the outsiders.

For each guest, this was an experience they wouldn't easily forget.

Except for one person, who felt restless, every minute dragging by like an eternity.

At last, three exhausting days and two long nights of filming came to an end.

On the fourth day, the shoot wrapped up, and the guests began to make their way home.

Ferdinand

Northborough, they

over a month, but Julia was already

gentle soul lost in her own world, but her moods were much

a quiet, sheltered child, she would greet familiar faces

Ferdinand stayed in

her mother now depended on

to Northborough, Briony shared

lips pressed together in thought, before asking, "Do you think

just worry that if my mom grows more and more attached to your

is still single, you know," Ferdinand replied with a gentle smile. "Mrs. Hudson

"But they're not family. It just doesn't feel

to feel

long. Does it really matter what the paperwork says?"

verne

too, but you always keep me

was at a loss

Ferdinand continued, a smile in his eyes. "He calls you Bryn, and so does Mrs. Winslow. Sometimes I wonder, when will I get to call you Bryn,

caught off

high above

first class, Briony sat

head, meeting Ferdinand's

wash of gold, the clouds edged with sunlight

spilled through the window, illuminating