Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 236

Stewart didn't answer right away. He simply looked at her, his dark eyes deep and unreadable. “Garry called you, didn't he?"

Briony frowned. "So you heard it from him, too?"

"I have my own sources," Stewart replied coolly. "Cedric Clarke knows as well. He and I are heading to Westenmar ourselves to bring Stella back."

Briony stared, momentarily stunned.

Stewart, volunteering to help?

But she quickly reasoned it out-he and Dr. Clarke were old friends, so Cedric probably asked Stewart to step in.

The air between them grew tense and awkward, neither willing to speak.

By all logic, Briony knew she should thank Stewart for offering to help. But his sudden eagerness just didn't fit the Stewart she knew. Even if Cedric Clarke had asked him, there was no reason for Stewart to rush over and talk to her first thing...

"What did Garry want from you?" Stewart's low voice cut into her thoughts.

She met his eyes, frowning slightly, hesitating over whether to tell him the truth.

Stewart saw right through her hesitation. His tone dropped. "Briony, if you want to get Stella back from Garry, you're going to have to trust me and work with me." Briony's eyes went cold; she sounded tired of all this. "He wants me to marry him." Stewart's brows shot up.

A moment later, his lips curled in a mocking smile. "Well, that's some nerve." Briony almost laughed at his reaction.

the kettle black. No wonder they'd once been comrades-in-arms; they

Wentworth," Briony said with a dry laugh, “if you're so eager to help, you know Garry gave me just one week.

Stewart's gaze was icy as he held her stare, "you'll

Star, I have nothing to hesitate

far

in Stewart's chest. His face darkened, a storm brewing in

She met his gaze,

stretched out,

last, Stewart let out a dry chuckle, lips twisting. "Whether we divorce or

"Don't flatter yourself, Stewart. There hasn't been an 'us' for a long time. There's just

we're still married. That's a

a marriage in name

set down her water glass

of Mrs. Wentworth. Who knows-if you die unexpectedly someday, I'll

arched an eyebrow at that. "Do you hate me

short, bitter laugh. "Did you expect me to wish you a long and happy

jacket. "I get a full physical every year. With any luck, I'll be alive and

"What a shame."

to leave,

glared at him. "What more do

worry about Garry," Stewart said coolly. "Dr. Clarke and I will bring Stella

want me to ignore