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?

glasses and rubbed her brow. "If

in relief. "I'm clocking out

safe. It's wet out there," Briony

You too,

Briony just nodded.

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

out and face Garry, so she decided to put in

was deliberately avoiding

Garry, of course,

past five, he finally emerged from the lounge and made his way

He knocked.

up the gentle background music to drown

corners of his mouth quirked

music drifting through the

was doing it on

he just

...

worked straight through

She glanced outside.

the frosted glass doors, she could see the

slipped out of her work coat, and

sprawling studio

its bed, perked up as soon as Briony appeared, tail

into her coat, grabbed

trotted over to her. She crouched to give him a fond pat. "I'm heading home now. See you

puppy whined softly, reluctant but obedient, watching

locked the main doors and turned-only to jump when

reaction, the cigar between his lips

"Mr. Ferguson,

stubbed out his cigar and tossed it in a nearby trash

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

dignify that

elevator

the doors slid open, Briony stepped

the button for

in the elevator, she wasn't

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