A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 247

Milo offered, "I can drop you off in Seaport City first, then head north to Kingsbridge."

Winifred lowered her gaze. "I don't live in Seaport City anymore."

"Oh? Where... where do you live now?"

"Kingsbridge."

Milo let out a warm laugh. "Then let's travel together. I've just been reassigned to the Kingsbridge Southern Command."

Winifred was about to politely decline again when one of the silent young soldiers finally spoke up.

"Our SUV is parked halfway down the mountain. It'll be an easy ride down."

His words suddenly reminded Winifred of the pony she had rented.

"Where's my horse?" Panic spiked in her chest as she jogged around to look.

When she rented it, the owner had stressed that it was a highly trained, expensive pony specifically used for tourists. If she lost it, she'd have to pay thirty thousand for it.

Milo immediately brought his men over to help her search.

The trail down was steep, and running made her feel dangerously off-balance, like she was going to pitch forward.

She slowed down to a brisk walk.

Meanwhile, Milo effortlessly vaulted over obstacles in her line of sight.

He was the one who finally found the small black horse, pulling it out from a patch of wild grass taller than a person.

Winifred wanted to ride it down, but the pony stubbornly turned its head away, aggressively chomping at the grass by the path.

"He's hungry." Milo reached out and patted the horse's mane.

Winifred’s nerves had been strung so tight for so long that a deep wave of exhaustion suddenly washed over her.

Milo suggested, "Take a break here. I'm going to head back up to leave some flowers for Dr. Shultz. Wait for me, and then we'll head down together."

After he spoke, one of the young soldiers unzipped a military backpack.

As the bag opened, Winifred spotted a bouquet of chrysanthemums tucked inside. Seeing how sincere Milo was, she didn't have the heart to refuse.

The young soldier pulled out a bottle of water and handed it toward her.

Milo intercepted it, twisted the cap off for her, and then passed it along.

"Thank you." She took the bottle.

The soldier then offered her a pack of crackers.

He thought about it for a second. "That works."

While she waited for him to return from the grave, she nibbled on the military ration. The texture wasn't great, but it was edible, and it tasted wholesome.

She found herself quietly touched by Milo's thoughtfulness.

He had noticed she was completely empty-handed, without even a water bottle, and immediately offered provisions. That kind of attention to detail was rare.

In reality, before she and Leland had come to Emerald Town, they had prepared extensively.

Aside from food, they had even bought sickles and machetes, assuming her grandfather's grave had been untouched for three years and would be overrun by massive weeds and brush.

Unfortunately, the trip had derailed.

When she stormed off, everything had been left locked inside Leland's car.

Because of Milo's careful consideration, her childhood memories of him grew much more vivid, and her guarded walls lowered just a fraction.

The pony happily grazed on the hillside.

Nestled in the brush were several Fan Palm Trees, their massive leaves shaped like giant hands.

In the countryside, people used them to make brooms. Just four or five leaves could be tied into one. Sweeping with them released a light, fresh scent without kicking up dust, and the fan-shaped fronds were perfect for getting into tight corners. They were excellent for sweeping large courtyards.