Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 635

In the bridal suite, Mary sat quietly with Briony.

The wedding ceremony was just thirty minutes away.

"Briony, are you nervous?" Mary asked gently.

Briony looked over at her. Mary was dressed in a blush-pink bridesmaid gown, looking sweet and lovely, though the gentle swell of her belly made the dress sit awkwardly on her frame.

"Mary," Briony murmured, reaching for her hand.

Mary's hand was cold and slick with sweat.

"Listen to me," Briony said, her tone grave. "No matter what-whether it's the baby you're carrying or Ferdinand himself—you must remember that you come first. If anything happens, you save yourself before anyone else. Promise me."

Mary caught the strange seriousness in her voice and opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, the door swung open.

Ferdinand strode in, immaculate in a white suit.

Briony quietly released Mary's hand.

Ferdinand carried an insulated container, his eyes fixed on Briony, paying no attention to Mary at all.

"I asked Belinda to make you some nourishing soup, and she also prepared a few of your favorite side dishes," he said.

He crossed the room, slipped an arm around Briony's shoulders, and spoke

gently, "Once the ceremony starts, I might not be able to take care of you. You've been looking pale-have a little soup first, all right?"

Briony nodded faintly.

She was so compliant, especially on a day like this. The sight seemed to please Ferdinand greatly.

a light

flashed in Briony's eyes, her brows drawing together for just

her posture almost that of a maid, and reached out for the

then led Briony to

the soup into

it to me," Ferdinand

necessary," Briony replied coolly.

took the bowl Mary passed him and

her soup, head

an expression of tenderness and devotion

silently nearby, eyes fixed on

Ferdinand, however, only had

love Ferdinand

a single one would get

to be a tragedy

...

began right

pew was nearly filled. The red carpet was strewn with fresh rose petals, and the Wedding

Ferdinand stood tall and proud in his white

church doors

dressed in

gown

entered clutching a bouquet,

by supported by Mary and

stylist, Linda.

every eye in the chapel turned

gaze was more intense

all these years, he had

about to become his