Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 42

Briony was caught off guard when an unexpected email from her advisor popped up in her inbox that afternoon. Surprise washed over her-followed by something warmer, almost like hope.

She'd honestly thought Professor Winslow had given up on her long ago.

Staring at the attached photo, Briony gathered her nerve and dialed his number.

The phone rang three times before someone picked up.

Clutching her phone tightly, Briony's voice came out thin and anxious. "Professor...?"

"Professor Winslow is meeting with an important guest right now," a man's voice replied.

Briony hesitated, thrown off. "..."

"You're Briony, right?" The man sounded smug—almost mocking. "You saw the photo of the porcelain Christ figurine?"

She had no idea who this was, but if he was answering the professor's phone, he had to be someone Winslow trusted.

"I saw it," she answered calmly. "And you are?"

"James Delaney," he introduced himself, his tone full of self-importance. "Currently Professor Winslow's most promising student."

Briony blinked, feeling a flicker of irritation.

that's how it

The National Archaeological Society recently uncovered a late medieval tomb. Most of the artifacts found so

silent as he

who's shown real drive. So

Christ

But you can always refuse. Professor Winslow won't

her voice steady.

to bring it myself. And Professor Winslow

on WhatsApp, and I'll send you my

quick to give your number to a stranger? Aren't you a

was. She kept her cool and replied flatly, "It's just for work," before hanging

minutes later, Briony

sent a

and sent over the

with a

will you

James: [Eager, aren't you?]

forcing herself to stay professional. [Just need to confirm the time so I

started typing. And kept typing. For nearly

be there the

Let me know when you're

with