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

asked me to tell you: The National Archaeological Society recently uncovered a late medieval tomb. Most of the artifacts found so far are badly damaged, and

silent as he went

you and I are both gifted, but I'm the one who's shown real drive. So before he decides, he wants to

the porcelain Christ in the photo-that's

refuse. Professor

it," Briony replied, her

so I'll have to bring it myself.

"Add me on WhatsApp, and

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

She kept her

minutes later, Briony opened

had already sent

his name, and sent over the detailed address

replied with a thumbs-up

will

James: [Eager, aren't you?]

stay professional. [Just need

And kept typing. For nearly a

there the day

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