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.

voice gentle

slowly opened

Pearbrook," Stewart said

down the

faint scent of blooming flowers-a fragrance that soothed

the last

painted a flush of color across her pale, fragile face,

opened and

hurriedly unbuckled and followed

row of flowering trees lined the

petals drifting

walked ahead, Stewart quietly trailing

breath grew heavier, her steps faltering under the weight of

onto

the top from

over.

took it, sipped the warm water, and felt her

the thermos back to Stewart,

about wanting

Stewart froze.

look

don't want to rest here forever," Briony said, offering him a faint smile. "If don't make it through this, please find a peaceful place

that will protect our children,

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

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 never have to worry about money. But as for being

a deeper breath, her voice dropping

quickly. In the blink of an eye, the twins are almost

to a spot 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 hit me

her, lost

to him, her

grow up,

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