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 rattled off

off, James turned the

to have fallen asleep, her eyes closed the entire

off the gas, driving slower and

Bzzz-

vibration came from

her eyes, reached into her bag,

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

and James could do the job justice, and asked

up, she relayed the plan

you up tomorrow

to drop me at

"Alright."

Range Rover pulled up in

Briony waved him off. "No need. There's

...

the elevator doors opened on her floor, Briony stepped

barely taken two steps before

outside her studio door. Briony's brow furrowed. "What

a lantern. "Irwin bought this for

"Then let it stay forgotten. You didn't need to make a

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

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

look he'd given her... anyone would think he wanted to tear her