Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 672

Briony squeezed her hand, shaking her head at her like she was a silly girl.

Carey broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

When they left Starlight Entertainment, Stewart was the one driving.

Briony sat in the back, her body weak, leaning into the seat.

Stewart glanced at her in the rearview mirror. "Are you feeling sick?"

Briony shook her head, gazing out the window at the passing city. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Stewart, I feel like I haven't really looked at this city in so long. Could you drive me around for a bit?"

Stewart's hands tightened almost imperceptibly on the steering wheel.

He lowered his lashes and answered softly, "Of course."

The black Bentley wound its way down the city boulevard.

They drove past the bustling heart of downtown, the streets painted in neon and laughter.

Then they slipped into the university district, lined with rows of golden-leaved trees.

The tires crunched over a carpet of fallen leaves, sending them swirling into the air-little sprites in golden cloaks, dancing on the autumn wind. The car's shadow stretched behind them, drifting farther and farther away, until those golden leaves fluttered back to earth.

A sparrow swooped down from a nearby branch, snatching up a leaf before taking off again.

Autumn had arrived. And with it, winter couldn't be far behind.

...

By the edge of Pearbrook, the black Bentley came to a stop.

The setting sun had painted the sky in brilliant crimson.

Inside the car, Briony sat with her eyes closed.

turned, his voice gentle as he

opened her

Pearbrook," Stewart said

rolled down

breeze off the water drifted in, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers-a fragrance that

sky, where the last

across her

back door opened and

hurriedly unbuckled and

flowering trees

drifting

Stewart

breath grew heavier,

herself onto an

down beside her, unscrewed the top from a thermos, and handed

over.

it, sipped the warm water, and felt her breathing

back to Stewart, who replaced the

remember what you said, about wanting your ashes scattered here

Stewart froze.

look at

I don't want to rest here forever," Briony said, offering him a faint smile.

protect our children, keep them safe and healthy for a long,

was strained, his throat tight, "don't talk

I let our children down. I want to do what I can to make it up to them. You've given us more than enough, I

taking a deeper breath, her

blink of an

not far away. "I remember, years ago, I stood right there and watched a woman playing with her little child-maybe two, three years old. That moment

her, lost in the

turned to him, her

"Stewart, I want so much to watch them grow up, to see them find love,

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