Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 227

The heavy rain had delayed all departures, and Briony's flight was no exception.

She'd booked a first-class ticket, so she waited out the storm in the airport's VIP lounge.

To pass the time, Briony picked up a magazine from a nearby table and began flipping through it absently.

Suddenly, the polished toes of a pair of black dress shoes stopped right in front of her.

Puzzled, Briony looked up-and found herself staring into Stewart's dark, inscrutable eyes.

Her lips pressed together, and her brow furrowed, almost instinctively.

A faint, knowing smile played at the corner of Stewart's mouth. "Heading to Silveridge too?" he asked.

Briony felt a vague but unmistakable sense of foreboding settle in her chest.

"Judging by your face, I got it right," Stewart said, his voice low and even. "I'm on my way to Silveridge as well."

Briony said nothing.

He glanced at the empty seat beside her and, without the slightest hesitation, sat down.

"Are you going for the Antiquarian Society's documentary shoot?" he asked.

"That's none of your business," Briony replied coolly, barely giving him a glance before returning to her magazine.

After what had happened last time at City Hall the way Stewart had played her for a fool-she saw no reason to pretend civility anymore.

This man was selfish and manipulative, always looking out for himself, always finding new ways to use her. If that was the case, why should she bother maintaining appearances?

had

how openly she displayed her disgust, he seemed

issues about protecting cultural artifacts," he continued, as if her rudeness didn't register. "So I'll be participating in

She didn't want to

dark eyes lingered on her cold profile, his mouth curving just slightly. "You really don't want to

taking a steadying breath. Her eyes, icy and bright, locked onto his. "If you want to discuss when we're signing

raised an eyebrow. "Let's save that for after we get

first time he dodged

Briony said, her tone flat. Stewart

a normal person. Rolling her eyes, she

rain's really coming down out there. Has your

back a

on her screen. She answered and walked over

when you'll take

yet. They said there's lightning, so if it doesn't

But the rain's letting up

I'll come pick

"Okay."

takeoff-he'll need to know when to come

help but laugh. "You worry too

weren't in your belly, I wouldn't even be making this

lips pressed

Stewart sat silently on the sofa, never taking his eyes off her. The lounge was quiet. Briony's conversation was soft, but even so, a gentle warmth crept into her voice-a voice that was naturally delicate, with a steady, comforting cadence. It was the kind of voice made for reading bedtime stories. Over the past five years, it had proven to be just that. Irwin, for one, had grown completely dependent on Briony's nightly readings. Now that she'd moved out,

Stewart's eyes narrowed

...

she hung up and turned around, she found Stewart's