Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 164

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 this

at her, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I like it. I want you to

Briony frowned.

May, sneaking into the storage room to paint whenever Stewart was out

out about

the painting in the storage room, and on the day she moved out, she'd tossed it out along with an old travel

both those things had

shock and

wondering how I got hold of

answer. Her hands clenched tight at her

started walking toward

warily. "It was just something I sketched for fun. It's not of you," she said, her voice

few feet between them, his dark gaze sizing her

snapped, "Stewart, I don't understand what's motivating these

to understand me," Stewart replied, stopping right

deep breath. "Then what's the third

a

eyebrows shot up. She stared at him,

wasn't

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