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.

too calm,

ice. "You'd

are you so worried about? Afraid I'll secretly have a child and put them in

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

shoving his hand away and trying to pull back, but his

of me,

look. "Last time at the hospital, you were sick. You said it was food poisoning, but it

have no idea what you're talking

hand and slapped him hard across the

Smack.

and swirling

the fallen blanket, and wrap

unyielding stare. "What makes

inside of his cheek where she'd slapped him, his eyes

snow and wind blurred their vision, as if nature itself wanted to keep

voice cut through the

If that's all it is, what

kept me at arm's length, treated me like a stranger to be used and

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

every word, Stewart's expression darkened, shadows settling over his

still cool. "Are you done interrogating