Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 374

The camera captured every moment.

The director watched the footage, eyes fixed thoughtfully on Rosita, who appeared just a little stiff on screen.

Night fell, and filming paused.

After dinner, the cameras rolled again.

The production team had set up a makeshift group competition at the town's old community stage.

The guests took turns performing, their two team coaches present in the audience.

Everyone managed to pull off their acts decently.

The applause from the villagers was thunderous and didn't die down for quite some time.

It was the locals' way of warmly welcoming the outsiders.

For each guest, this was an experience they wouldn't easily forget.

Except for one person, who felt restless, every minute dragging by like an eternity.

At last, three exhausting days and two long nights of filming came to an end.

On the fourth day, the shoot wrapped up, and the guests began to make their way home.

Briony and Ferdinand left together.

Before heading back to Northborough, they made a stop in the countryside.

It had only been a little over a month, but Julia was already looking much better than before.

She was still a little absent-minded, a gentle soul lost in her own world, but her moods were much more stable.

Like a quiet, sheltered child, she would greet familiar faces politely but shrink behind Kendal whenever strangers appeared.

Briony and Ferdinand stayed in the countryside for two days.

In those two days, Briony realized her mother now depended on Kendal even more than on her.

On the flight back to Northborough, Briony shared this observation with Ferdinand.

Ferdinand listened, lips pressed together in thought, before asking, "Do you think that's a bad thing?"

"It's not that," Briony replied, "I just worry that if my mom grows more and more attached to your uncle, what if one day they have to part? I'm not sure she'd be able to cope."