Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 164

9:00 p.m.

The car turned into Southcreek Manor.

Briony and Stella stepped out, heading straight for the front door. Stella pressed the doorbell.

Carl answered. "Ms. Kensington, Dr. Joyner-please come in."

Once inside, Carl turned to Briony. "Ms. Kensington, Mr. Wentworth is waiting for you in his study upstairs."

It was clear Stewart wanted to speak to Briony alone.

"I'll go with you?" Stella offered, a flicker of concern in her eyes.

Briony gave her a reassuring smile. "Just wait for me here." With that, she turned and made her way upstairs.

Stella watched her friend's retreating figure until Briony disappeared from sight, then finally looked back at Carl.

"Is your boss, Attorney Wentworth, out of his mind or something?"

Carl blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, definitely! You have my sympathy." Stella sighed and flopped onto the sofa. "Working for a lunatic must be exhausting, huh?"

Carl was left speechless.

...

paused outside the study and

low voice sounded

a steadying breath, turned the handle, and pushed

stood by the floor-to-ceiling window beside his desk, tall and imposing, his profile

slightly at the sound, his gaze

raised a

seemed to be in

it was her latest concession-her willingness to bend yet again—that gave this man his familiar sense of

one else here. Just

her, his

each other's gaze for a long moment, neither

give in, over and

smirked. "Is that really how

and she didn't answer. Her

behind the desk and picked up a

folder in his hand. "What

it and see

reason, Stewart clearly wanted her

was wearing thin, but since she was already here, she saw no point in making a scene. She strode