Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 216

Chapter 218

"Surely even someone as busy as you has time for a meal, right?" Garry stood up, smoothing the front of his suit jacket. "All I wanted was to invite you to dinner."

"I'm sorry, but I don't make a habit of dining with strangers." Briony could tell he wasn't here for anything important, and she had no interest in arguing. "You should go. I have work to do."

With that, she turned and walked out of the lounge.

Garry, however, didn't leave.

He sat back down on the sofa, picked up the magazine he'd been leafing through earlier, and idly flipped a page.

It was barely three o'clock.

Once Briony stepped into the restoration studio, she was fully absorbed in her work.

Outside, rain drizzled steadily against the windows.

Time always seemed to fly by when she was focused.

On rainy days, dusk came sooner than expected.

By five, the world beyond the windows was already shrouded in darkness.

The city's neon lights flickered on, painting streaks of color across the wet glass.

A knock sounded at the door-Hannah.

"Come in," Briony called, setting her tools aside and glancing toward the entrance.

Hannah slipped in, shutting the door behind her, her expression exasperated. "So, um, Mr. Ferguson still hasn't left."

Briony blinked in surprise.

She checked the clock.

Five o'clock.

Three hours...

He really has nothing better to do, does he?

pulled off her safety glasses and rubbed her brow. "If your

Hannah grinned in relief. "I'm clocking out

It's wet out there," Briony

will! You too,

Briony just nodded.

one, Hannah and the rest of the staff packed up and left

and face Garry, so she

deliberately avoiding

of course, knew

from the

He knocked.

it, but purposely ignored him, turning up the gentle background music to drown

on the message. The corners of

music

she was doing

he just

...

straight through

She glanced outside.

the frosted glass doors, she could see the studio

off her safety goggles, tidied up her bench, slipped out of her work coat, and headed

studio was

curled up in its bed, perked up as soon as

coat, grabbed her bag and car keys,

to give him a fond pat. "I'm heading home

puppy whined softly, reluctant but obedient, watching as Briony walked

locked the main doors and turned-only to jump when she saw Garry waiting

startled reaction, the cigar between his lips curling up in a grin. "Am

over. "Mr. Ferguson,

his cigar and tossed it in a

thing for chasing after cool, untouchable beauties like you, Ms. Kensington. It does wonders for a

dignify that with a

the elevator and pressed the

slid open, Briony

button for the parking

cameras in the elevator, she wasn't

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