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

matter how openly she displayed her disgust, he seemed completely

some legal issues about protecting cultural artifacts," he continued, as if

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

just slightly. "You really

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

raised an eyebrow. "Let's save that

first time he dodged the issue; she wasn't about to

you 'despicable' is practically a compliment," Briony said, her tone flat. Stewart said nothing, his gaze fixed

a normal person. Rolling her eyes, she turned away

up from James: The rain's really coming down out there.

typed back a quick

on her screen. She answered and walked over to

idea when you'll take off?" he

there's lightning, so if it doesn't

rain's letting

I'll come pick you up," James

"Okay."

if it isn't, call your professor before takeoff-he'll need to

laugh. "You worry too much. You'll give yourself

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

lips pressed

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

about this, Stewart's eyes

...

talk for long. Once she hung up and turned around, she found Stewart's dark gaze fixed on her, catching her off