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."

Delaney!" Hannah beamed and rattled

turned

to have fallen asleep, her eyes

off the gas, driving

Bzzz-

from

her bag, and pulled out her

Carney, calling to say a high-profile client had just reclaimed

job justice, and asked if

she relayed the

you up tomorrow

you'll need to drop me at my studio

"Alright."

minutes later, the Range Rover pulled up in

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

...

opened on her floor, Briony

taken two steps

studio door. Briony's brow

a lantern. "Irwin bought this for you.

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

arched an eyebrow, his dark eyes fixed on her. "It's from Irwin. You shouldn't treat

Stewart was in a bad mood. After all, they'd been

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