Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 301

Southern Vale Airport.

A private yacht was moored at the dock.

The captain warned that the sea was rough today, so they'd be moving slowly-it would take around four hours to reach Sapphire Shores.

Briony Kensington's head throbbed dully. As soon as she boarded the yacht, she found a quiet room and went straight to bed.

Stewart Wentworth, knowing she was unwell, asked one of the stewardesses to bring Briony some motion sickness pills.

Briony didn't protest. She swallowed the pills and collapsed onto the bed.

The wind was fierce, and the yacht rocked and pitched as it cut across the waves.

Briony hadn't slept well last night, and lying down didn't do much to ease her discomfort.

Eventually, the medicine began to work; she drifted in and out of a restless sleep.

When she finally woke, the boat was tossing even more violently than before.

She pushed back the covers and sat up, checking the time-only two hours had passed.

Frustration washed over her. Every minute felt like an eternity.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

Briony slipped on her shoes and went to answer it.

Stewart stood outside, his gaze dark and steady. "Still feeling sick?"

Briony didn't bother replying.

hours before we dock. You haven't eaten

coolly. "I just want to rest.

the

the closed door,

he turned

seasickness had killed her appetite. She could barely

two hours crawled by in a haze

last, the yacht reached

her mouth, and made it to a nearby trash can

bottle of water and handing it to her. She took it gratefully and rinsed

in her stomach

to rest, we can find a guesthouse nearby and wait until you feel

Briony cut him off, her voice

a brief

...

from the dock to where Julia Hudson was

had rented a Volkswagen at the local

island roads weren't great-ten kilometers out from the port, the pavement narrowed,

the scenery grow more and more

of trees

village roads were even narrower and more winding. It was impossible to take the car any

the edge of

into the muddy, rain-soaked lane as they

the houses here were single-story stone cottages. Every yard had a vegetable patch, and most families kept chickens or ducks-pungent farm smells drifted

step, Briony's expression grew

mother really lived in such a remote, impoverished place for the

much farther?" Briony

way, glanced back. "Almost there. It's just

Briony looked up.

only a single stone cottage in sight,