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?

her brow. "If your shift is over, don't worry

in relief. "I'm

It's wet out there,"

will! You too,

Briony just nodded.

one, Hannah and the rest of the staff

no desire to go out and face Garry, so she decided to put in

was deliberately avoiding

Garry, of course,

from the lounge and

He knocked.

up the gentle background music to drown out

picked up on the message. The corners of his mouth quirked upward

the music drifting through the

was obvious she was doing it on

of being annoyed, he just

...

worked straight through

She glanced outside.

the frosted glass doors, she

slipped out of her work coat, and headed

sprawling studio

up in its bed, perked up as soon as Briony

her coat, grabbed her bag

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

whined softly, reluctant but obedient, watching as Briony

jump when she

lips curling up in a grin. "Am I

over. "Mr. Ferguson, this

and

after cool, untouchable

didn't dignify that with a

the elevator

Briony stepped

ignored him, pressed the button for the parking level,

cameras in the elevator,

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