A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 248

Winifred remembered that she would have to sweep the courtyard of her new house every single day.

If she could bring some Fan Palm Tree leaves back, Celeste would absolutely love them.

With that thought, she waded straight into the tall grass, getting on her tiptoes to pull at the palm fronds.

"Let me help you with that." The young soldier holding the horse was quick on his feet. He pulled out a small tactical knife and helped her cut the leaves down.

When Milo returned, his eyes immediately went to the massive pile of leaves on the grass.

He skillfully picked up a frond, tore a piece off, split it even thinner, and twisted the fibers together to create long, sturdy ropes to tie the leaves.

Altogether, they bundled up five large stacks.

Winifred initially asked him to load them onto the pony's back, hoping the horse could carry them down the mountain.

But the pony was far too proud for manual labor, violently shaking its body and absolutely refusing to cooperate.

Milo didn't waste a second. He hoisted the largest bundle onto his shoulder, grabbed two more in his hands, and single-handedly carried three massive stacks down the trail.

The two young soldiers carried the rest.

Winifred finally mounted the horse, following slowly behind them.

Milo's SUV had a spacious trunk that fit everything perfectly.

When they arrived at the county town, he suggested they buy some local specialties before heading back.

"How about some cured ham?"

Winifred loved cured ham and white bean stew, and Emerald Town's artisanal cured ham was famous. She had been craving that exact flavor for ages.

"I'd love that," she said cheerfully, walking over to pick one out.

"We should get some millet, too. The stuff grown here makes the best, sweetest porridge."

She loved that idea as well. The local millet created a rich, creamy porridge that Seth and Annie obsessed over.

She held open a bag while Milo scooped the grain inside.

Sharing the same hometown meant they had the same tastes. Bonding over local food brought out a deep sense of nostalgia, quickly closing the distance between them.

Suddenly, the phone in her bag started vibrating relentlessly.

After handing two bags of wild dried persimmons to the elderly vendor to be weighed, Winifred pulled out her phone.

It was Leland calling.

She hesitated.

So she told him the truth. *I ran into a friend. I'm leaving in his car.*

*Where are you? Send me your location.*

Winifred glanced over at Milo.

He was currently picking up a gift box of sweet bean pastries.

Sweet bean pastries were her absolute favorite childhood snack. They were warm and comforting in the winter, yet refreshing and cool in the summer—a completely unique local treat.

Seeing him holding them, she felt a pang of guilt at the thought of dragging Leland over here.

Even though everything between the three of them was completely platonic, Milo had been through so much hardship in his life.

She didn't want to ruin the peaceful nostalgia he was enjoying.

"Winifred, is everything alright?" Milo looked over.

She felt incredibly awkward, but she had to say it.

"Milo, a friend came with me to Emerald Town today. We had a disagreement and got into an argument earlier, but he just contacted me again. Would you mind if he rode back with us?"

Milo looked entirely unbothered, his sense of honor shining through. "Tell him to come over. You two came out here together; you should head back together."