Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 159

The drive back was quiet; Briony didn't say a word.

James glanced at her in the rearview mirror several times, noticing that she was staring out the window, lost in thought.

When they finally pulled up outside the studio, he killed the engine and turned to her.

"We're here," he reminded gently.

Briony snapped out of her reverie, ducked her head, and unbuckled her seat belt.

Just as she reached for the door handle, James caught her wrist.

"What did Stewart say to you?" he asked.

Briony looked back at him, her lips curving into a faint, distant smile. "There's a change in the contract. I haven't looked it over yet, but I'll go through it carefully when I get home."

James frowned. "Is that really all?"

She just smiled again. "That's all. I'm not staying late tonight. You should head home."

someone look over the agreement for

"Not for now."

James released her

stepped out of the car, slung her purse over her shoulder,

disappeared into the elevator, then finally started the car

Private hospital room.

the bedside, awkwardly peeling an

pillows, her uninjured hand

fan club has

soft and fragile. "But after all these years in the

company, tally them up and I'll pay. Also, I have

sure about this? Even if you step away from the spotlight, as long as

is already settled with Stewart," Rosita cut in gently. "He helped draft the termination, so it should

was no changing Rosita's mind. Reluctantly, she

her phone aside and turned her gaze to Lauren,

was focused, but her knife skills left much to

and privilege—she'd never needed to do something as mundane as peeling fruit herself. Today, she was clearly trying