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.

down and pressed a

of disgust flashed in Briony's eyes, her

almost that of a maid, and reached out for the

handed her the container without a thought, then led Briony to the sofa and sat down beside

soup into a

to me," Ferdinand said.

necessary," Briony replied coolly. "I'm

Mary passed him and

her

her, an expression of tenderness and devotion

silently nearby, eyes fixed

Ferdinand, however, only

didn't love Ferdinand

them, not a single one

to be a tragedy

...

began right on

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

front, Ferdinand stood tall and proud in his white

doors

in a

gown

entered clutching a bouquet,

by supported by Mary and

stylist, Linda.

drifted gently through the air as every eye in the

was more intense

had

to