Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 186

She reached up and brushed it aside with her fingertips. Amid the sound of crashing waves, she heard the man's low voice: "Everything will be delivered to your room tonight. You'll understand then."

At his words, Briony asked no further questions. She simply turned and walked straight toward the parked cars across the lot.

Stewart glanced back at her.

The woman's figure was slender, her long hair whipped into disarray by the sea breeze, the hem of her dress fluttering around her legs.

He turned away in silence.

Back at the hotel, Stewart took a call and then drove off again.

Cedric Clarke didn't go with him. Instead, he made his way to Stella and Briony's room and knocked on the door.

Stella answered. "Dr. Clarke, is something wrong?"

"How's Ms. Kensington feeling? Would you like me to take a look at her?"

Stella frowned. "You're a surgeon. Internal medicine isn't your specialty, is it?"

Cedric replied, "My grandfather practiced traditional medicine. I picked up a few things from him as a kid-I could check her pulse, if Ms. Kensington would like." Check her pulse? Absolutely not!

Stella cut him off coldly. "I know Bryn's condition best. There's no need to trouble you."

With that, she shut the door in his face.

Outside, Cedric stared at the closed door, brow slightly furrowed.

Was Stella... overreacting a little?

chin, lost in

three in the afternoon, but Briony was exhausted. She lay down and quickly drifted off

more, she dreamed of rivers of blood pooling beneath

except for the small nightlight beside

been sprawled on the other bed playing games

her forehead—her skin was

turned on the overhead

room filled with a

just as her

had come

and saw

Of Stewart and Rosita.

at her screen, leaned over for a peek, and immediately

Briony: "..."

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and deleted the

call her out!" "And, of course, a bunch of clueless fans started a thread about how Rosita must

care much about Stewart and Rosita's

pimple on Stella's forehead. "You've been worrying

touched her forehead, then sighed.

a boyfriend. No wonder I'm

Briony: "..."

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hears you,

the truth! Honestly, after watching everything you've

Knock, knock-

the door cut

it?" Stella got up