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 underestimated

displayed her disgust,

also cover some legal issues about protecting cultural artifacts," he continued, as if her rudeness didn't register. "So I'll

with impatience. She didn't want

eyes lingered on her cold profile, his mouth curving just slightly. "You

not that I don't want to talk to you," she said, finally lifting her head and taking a steadying breath. Her eyes, icy and bright, locked onto his. "If you want to discuss when we're

raised an eyebrow. "Let's save that

expected as much. It wouldn't be the first time he dodged the issue; she wasn't about

is practically a compliment," Briony said, her tone flat. Stewart said nothing,

him to act like a normal person. Rolling her

really coming down out

typed back a

flashed on her screen. She answered and walked over to

when you'll take

there's lightning, so if it doesn't clear up, the flight

canceled. But the rain's

canceled, call me and I'll come

"Okay."

call your professor before takeoff-he'll need to know when to come

know, Mr. Delaney." Briony couldn't help but laugh. "You worry too much. You'll

snorted. "If my goddaughter weren't in your belly, I wouldn't even

lips

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

about this, Stewart's

...

didn't talk for long. Once she hung up and turned around, she found Stewart's dark gaze fixed on her, catching her off