Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 672

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

Carey broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

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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.

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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.

Stewart turned, his voice gentle as he called, “Bryn.”

Briony slowly opened her eyes.

“We’re at Pearbrook,” Stewart said softly.

Briony rolled down the window.

A breeze off the water drifted in, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers—a fragrance that soothed the heart.

She gazed at the sky, where the last rays of red lingered on the horizon.

The sunset painted a flush of color across her pale, fragile face, lending her a fleeting vitality.

The back door opened and Briony stepped out.

Stewart hurriedly unbuckled and followed after her.

A whole row of flowering trees lined the riverbank.

The water shimmered, petals drifting down in twos and threes.

Briony walked ahead, Stewart quietly trailing behind.