Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 146

At five o'clock in the evening, a Range Rover pulled up outside the studio.

Briony and James climbed out.

They'd spent the whole afternoon wandering through the supply market, finally managing to track down all the materials they needed.

James popped open the trunk.

There was quite a haul. Briony reached out to help, but James stopped her immediately.

"Don't touch anything. I'll just make another trip if I have to."

"It's really not that heavy. No need to make extra work for yourself."

James shot her an exasperated look, nudging her hand away. "You just want to make trouble for me, don't you? My goddaughter's in your belly-could you please take it easy?"

Briony gave him a sidelong glance. "You're being dramatic."

"No, you're just not acting like someone who's pregnant!" James gathered up a portion of the supplies, closed the trunk, and jerked his chin toward the door. "Let's go."

Briony knew she wouldn't win this one, so she let him have his way.

...

studio, James carried everything into the

back downstairs

just hung up

at

"Come in," she called.

her head in.

Briony pause. She

Stewart strode in.

his features severe. His eyes fixed on Briony with the kind of scrutiny

assessing—as if she were a defendant

quickly slipped out and closed the

tone was frosty. "Attorney Wentworth, you do realize it's after hours? City Hall is

gaze darkened. "Briony, was it you who posted that exposé online?"

he was here-to confront

didn't even know

times she was dragged into it. She hadn't even had

It was absurd.

be bothered

eyes, her voice icy. "If you're so

divorce, won't you?" "Think whatever you want." Briony had no patience for this. "If you're so worried about

tricks won't work on me. I've told you before: if you agree to my three conditions, I'll sign the

one who wanted this divorce. I've done nothing but cooperate from the very