Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 635

In the bridal suite, Mary sat quietly with Briony.

The wedding ceremony was just thirty minutes away.

“Briony, are you nervous?” Mary asked gently.

Briony looked over at her. Mary was dressed in a blush-pink bridesmaid gown, looking sweet and lovely, though the gentle swell of her belly made the dress sit awkwardly on her frame.

“Mary,” Briony murmured, reaching for her hand.

Mary’s hand was cold and slick with sweat.

“Listen to me,” Briony said, her tone grave. “No matter what—whether it’s the baby you’re carrying or Ferdinand himself—you must remember that you come first. If anything happens, you save yourself before anyone else. Promise me.”

Mary caught the strange seriousness in her voice and opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, the door swung open.

Ferdinand strode in, immaculate in a white suit.

Briony quietly released Mary’s hand.

Ferdinand carried an insulated container, his eyes fixed on Briony, paying no attention to Mary at all.

“I asked Belinda to make you some nourishing soup, and she also prepared a few of your favorite side dishes,” he said.

He crossed the room, slipped an arm around Briony’s shoulders, and spoke gently, “Once the ceremony starts, I might not be able to take care of you. You’ve been looking pale—have a little soup first, all right?”

Briony nodded faintly.

She was so compliant, especially on a day like this. The sight seemed to please Ferdinand greatly.

He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her forehead.

A flicker of disgust flashed in Briony’s eyes, her brows drawing together for just a moment.

Mary stepped over, her posture almost that of a maid, and reached out for the container. “Let me help Briony with the soup.”

Ferdinand handed her the container without a thought, then led Briony to the sofa and sat down beside her.

Mary served the soup into a bowl.

“Give it to me,” Ferdinand said. “I’ll feed her.”

“That’s not necessary,” Briony replied coolly. “I’m perfectly capable of feeding myself.”

Ferdinand paused at her words, then took the bowl Mary passed him and let Briony take it from his hands, not pushing the matter further.

Briony quietly sipped her soup, head bowed.

Ferdinand watched her, an expression of tenderness and devotion in his eyes.

Mary stood silently nearby, eyes fixed on Ferdinand.