Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 558

It was clear now—Ferdinand was never meant to be Briony’s soulmate.

The White family home was always full of laughter and warmth, especially during the holidays, but Gwendolyn White’s heart was never quite at ease when it came to Briony.

Though she wasn’t Briony’s biological mother, Gwendolyn cared more about the rest of Briony’s life than Julia ever could.

Julia, for her part, was sweet and affectionate but had a childlike dependence on Briony. With her memories still hazy, Julia’s state of mind had never quite matured; she worried little about her daughter, who was now a mother herself.

As the night grew late, everyone retired to their rooms.

Briony tucked her two children into bed, humming softly as they drifted off.

A gentle knock sounded at the door.

Briony got up and opened it.

Gwendolyn White stood in the hallway, her voice low and tender. “Are the kids asleep?”

“They just nodded off,” Briony replied, stepping out and looping her arm through Gwendolyn’s. “Couldn’t sleep either, Godmother?”

With a look brimming with affection, Gwendolyn smiled. “It’s been so long since we’ve really talked. I wanted a little heart-to-heart with you.”

Briony’s voice was warm and calm. “Shall we have a drink together then?”

Gwendolyn was no stranger to a glass of good wine, and ever since Briony had taken over Starlight Entertainment, she’d gotten used to the occasional business dinner herself.

“How about some wine?” Briony suggested. “A little red does wonders for the complexion and helps you sleep, too.”

Gwendolyn agreed with a soft laugh.

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Briony set her glass down and gave her godmother a rueful smile. “I knew this was coming. The late-night chat, the wine—classic setup for a lecture.”

Gwendolyn grinned. “I just worry about you. It’s not that I want you to rush into marriage again. Raise your kids, keep your career, but when you have some free time, why not let yourself fall in love? Or, if nothing else, find someone young and fun to keep you company—even if it’s just for a little while.”

Briony could only stare at her, momentarily speechless.

Gwendolyn leaned in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “And don’t worry, I know you and James are practically siblings—I wouldn’t try to matchmake you two. But you should keep your options open. I’ve heard those Northborough boys have been lining up to ask you out!”

Briony’s expression didn’t change. “Those types aren’t for me. We don’t see eye to eye—I don’t have the patience for empty talk.”

Gwendolyn’s eyes sparkled playfully. “So, you like the artsy type? Should I get your godfather to keep an eye out for you?”

Briony groaned, rubbing her temples. “Godmother, I really don’t have the energy for this right now. If I meet someone right, I’ll give it a chance. But to go out of my way to find someone? That’s just not me.”

Seeing how stubborn she was, Gwendolyn frowned in concern. “Bryn, you’re not still hung up on Stewart, are you?”