Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 63

The blanket slipped from Briony's shoulders and tumbled onto the snow-covered ground.

A biting chill wrapped around her, making her shiver.

"When Irwin threw something at you," Stewart said quietly, "the first thing you did was shield your stomach."

Briony froze, her breath catching in her chest.

She hadn't expected Stewart to notice something so small. Then again, he had been a father before-clearly, he'd done his homework back when Rosita was pregnant.

But what did it matter now, whether she was pregnant or not? What did any of this have to do with Stewart?

She'd already made up her mind-she wasn't going to have a child.

A child that would never be born... Stewart didn't need to know about it.

Steadying herself, Briony lifted her head to meet his gaze.

Their eyes locked. Stewart's stare was dark and razor-sharp, as if he could see straight through her.

Briony refused to look away. Her voice was even, almost bored. "I just have cramps. It's that time of the month."

Stewart watched her, searching her eyes for any sign of a lie.

was too

cold as ice. "You'd better not be lying

let out a short, bitter laugh. "Oh? What are you so worried about? Afraid I'll secretly have a child

to rest gently on her flat stomach. "Trust me, you not being pregnant is the

to pull back, but his grip on

of me,

at the hospital, you were sick.

have no idea what you're talking

to break free, Briony raised her hand and slapped

Smack.

her palm echoed with the howling wind and swirling snow.

wrench free, grab the fallen

paces between them, she fixed him with a cold, unyielding stare. "What makes

slapped him, his eyes locked on her from

snow and wind blurred their vision, as if

voice cut through the storm,

transaction, wasn't it? If that's all it

stranger to be used and guarded

to me, Stewart. I'm not pregnant. And even if by some accident I ever was, I wouldn't

Stewart's expression darkened, shadows settling over

still cool. "Are you done interrogating me?" He