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?

she had underestimated

displayed

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

tightened with impatience. She didn't want to hear any of

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

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

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

much. It wouldn't be the first time he dodged the issue; she wasn't about to be fooled by him

is practically a compliment," Briony said, her tone flat. Stewart said nothing, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on

hadn't expected him to act like a normal person. Rolling her eyes, she turned away and focused on her

The rain's really coming down out there. Has

back a

on her screen. She answered and walked over to

you'll take

yet. They said there's lightning, so if it doesn't clear up, the flight

canceled. But the rain's letting up a

canceled, call me and I'll come pick you

"Okay."

isn't, call your professor before takeoff-he'll

Delaney." Briony couldn't help but laugh. "You

my goddaughter weren't in your

smiled, lips pressed

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

this, Stewart's eyes

...

talk for long. Once she hung up and turned around, she found