Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 147

James stepped out of the elevator and nearly collided with Stewart.

Stewart's expression was dark, his face set in a stormy scowl. Without so much as a glance at James, he brushed past him and strode straight into the elevator.

James frowned and turned to look back just as the elevator doors slid shut behind Stewart.

"What's got him in such a hurry? Something happen to Rosita?" he muttered to himself with a shrug, then headed down the hall into the studio.

After dropping his things off in the restoration room, James made his way to the office in search of Briony.

She was at her desk, head bowed, one hand pressed to her temple. She looked pale and worn out.

James rapped his knuckles lightly on the surface of her desk. Briony's hand stilled and she glanced up at him, eyes tired.

"What was Stewart doing here again?" James asked.

"He thinks I was the one who leaked everything last night."

James's brows knit together. "Leaked what?"

Briony gave him a quick rundown of the situation.

how to get under your skin, doesn't he? But seriously, who was behind that leak? Hardly anyone even knows you and Stewart are secretly married. If it wasn't

can do can't go to court, can't expose the truth.

fell silent, at a loss

Stewart-what a

...

outside the emergency

still inside,

condition was truly critical. Bag after bag of blood was rushed through the swinging

grim. The moment he spotted Stewart, he lunged for him—but thankfully, Cedric Clarke reacted in time, grabbing hold of Quentin and dragging him back before things

pleaded, having to use real force to

fury. "I'm warning you-if Rosita doesn't make it, I'll make you

his eyes cold and unreadable. Quentin's threats rolled right off

that moment, Stewart had only one thought:

promise-to look after her and her son for the rest of

died, he'd never be able

of blood was rushed

a tight grip on Quentin, staying close in case he tried anything

crawled by, minute

like an eternity, the light

pulling the