Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 133

The crowd around them seemed to freeze in place.

Above their heads, paper lanterns drifted into the night sky while farther out, floating candles carried wishes downstream on the river.

A cool evening breeze brushed Briony's cheek, lifting a few strands of her hair.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she pulled her gaze away from the glowing lights and looked up at James. "Let's go."

James glanced down at her, his arm still protectively around her shoulders.

"You didn't get hurt back there, did you?"

"No," Briony replied quietly, eyes lowered. "Thank you."

James swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. "There are too many people here. I'll help you get out."

That brief scare had left her a little shaken. At a moment like this, Briony couldn't be bothered with propriety; she simply nodded. "Alright."

James guided her through the crowd, one arm shielding her shoulders, the other held out in front to clear a path.

Behind them, an intense, cold stare followed their every move, lingering until they finally broke free of the throng and reached the car.

The door closed, shutting out the noise-and that unsettling gaze.

Briony leaned back in her seat, eyes closed, looking exhausted.

James glanced at her, lips pressing into a thin line. After a moment, he turned and looked toward the back seat. “Where do you live, Hannah? I'll take you home first."

beamed and

James turned the car toward

fallen asleep, her eyes

the gas, driving slower and

Bzzz-

from inside

reached into her bag, and pulled

say a high-profile client had just reclaimed a significant artifact

Briony and James could do the job justice, and

hanging up, she relayed the plan

I'll pick you up tomorrow morning?"

But you'll need to drop me at

"Alright."

minutes later, the Range Rover pulled

started to get out, but Briony waved him off. "No need. There's a security guard on duty all

...

the elevator doors opened on her floor,

taken two steps

man stood outside her studio door. Briony's

lantern. "Irwin bought this

it stay

eyebrow, his dark eyes fixed on her. "It's from

deepened. She could tell Stewart was in a bad mood. After all, they'd been

on the riverside, the look he'd given her...