Chapter 165

How did Stewart even manage to find these things?

But honestly, that wasn't really the point.

She looked up at Stewart. "And the second condition?"

Stewart met her gaze, his dark eyes steady and unreadable.

Briony's expression remained cold, her beautiful eyes betraying not a hint of emotion.

Without a word, Stewart turned away and walked toward the tall window, stopping at a shelf beside it.

A white cloth was draped over something on the shelf.

He reached out and pulled it off in one smooth motion.

The cloth fell away, revealing a painting propped up on an easel-a portrait, rendered in soft, unfinished strokes. The figure of a man was already taking shape, even though the work was incomplete.

Briony's eyes widened in shock. She could hardly believe what she was seeing.

earth was

a portrait of me, isn't it?" Stewart glanced back at her, a faint smile tugging at his

Briony frowned.

fifth. She'd begun working on it last May, sneaking into the storage room to paint whenever Stewart was out

she found out about Stewart's affair,

room, and on the day she moved out, she'd

now, both those things had somehow ended

the shock and confusion in Briony's

you wondering how I got hold of these?" he

pressed her lips together, refusing to answer.

walking

something

few feet between them, his dark

She frowned and snapped, "Stewart, I don't understand what's

right in front of

breath. "Then what's

me on a trip

him, half

Stewart wasn't backing

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