Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

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 your shift is over, don't

relief. "I'm

out there," Briony reminded

will! You too,

Briony just nodded.

and the rest of the staff packed up and

out and face Garry, so she

was deliberately avoiding

Garry, of course,

the lounge and

He knocked.

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

corners of

music drifting through

obvious she was doing it

being annoyed, he just smiled-his interest only

...

worked straight through until

She glanced outside.

she could see the studio

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

sprawling studio

pup, curled up in its bed, perked up as soon as Briony appeared, tail wagging

walked straight to her office, shrugged into her coat, grabbed

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

softly, reluctant but

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

cigar between his lips curling up in a grin. "Am I

expression frosted over. "Mr. Ferguson,

and tossed it in

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

didn't dignify that with a

to the elevator and

the doors slid open, Briony stepped

the button for the parking level, and stood silently.

the elevator,