Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 140

Stewart released his grip, straightened his suit jacket, and fixed Garry with a cold, steely gaze.

"Don't bother trying to provoke me. Whether it's Briony or Rosita and her son, they're none of your business. If you're smart, you'll get yourself back to Westenmar and stay out of this. Otherwise, don't blame me for forgetting our old friendship."

With that, Stewart turned his attention away, pivoted, and strode off.

Garry watched Stewart's retreating figure, a slow grin spreading across his face as if he'd just stumbled on something exciting. "Stewart, those who break their word are bound to pay for it. Is your reckoning finally coming?"

Dinner was over.

The group filed out of the restaurant together.

Silveridge, perched on the coast, rarely saw snow in winter, but the wind off the sea could cut right through you. By nightfall, the icy gusts whipped so sharply that it stung your skin.

Stepping outside, Briony squinted against the cold, half her face disappearing into her raised collar.

Carney had been drinking, so he couldn't drive. James took his keys and went to fetch the car.

Meanwhile, Garry's driver pulled up. After exchanging goodbyes with Carney and Professor Thornton, Garry turned last to Briony, who stood quietly at Carney's side. "Ms. Kensington, would you mind sharing your contact information?"

A few steps away, Stewart caught the remark. His dark eyes narrowed, glancing sideways at the pair.

Briony's face was mostly hidden in her coat, only her eyes visible. The glow of

Garry, cool and distant. "Sorry, that's not possible." Stewart, hearing this, arched an eyebrow

He calmly withdrew his hand

curled into a cold,

I was out of line," Garry said smoothly, still smiling. "Well then, Ms. Kensington, gentlemen, I'll

looked down,

Thornton were rosy-cheeked and a little tipsy, oblivious to the

and the other two lawyers, also having had a few drinks, had no choice but to call for a car

ride hadn't

James pulled

forward and opened the back door. "Professor, the car's

Professor Thornton said their goodbyes to Stewart and the others,

the door and turned to head for the front passenger side, but

pull away, but he spoke first. "I

eyes cold. "You're the one who needs to keep his

the

on her

out the window at Stewart, who was still standing motionless