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.

we dock. You haven't eaten since this

just want to

the door

stared at the closed door, lips pressed into a thin

a moment, he turned and walked

to avoid Stewart, but because the seasickness had killed her appetite. She could barely

by in a haze

last, the yacht reached

mouth, and made it to a nearby

cap of a bottle of water and handing it to her. She took

nausea that had been churning in her stomach finally began to

you sure you're okay? If you need to rest, we can find a guesthouse

him off, her

gave her a

...

twenty kilometers by car from the dock to where Julia Hudson was

had rented a Volkswagen

out from the port,

more and more primitive, her worry deepening with every passing

they passed through a thicket of trees and arrived at a small village called

more winding. It was impossible to

parked at the edge of the

three of them got out, their shoes sinking into the muddy,

stone cottages. Every yard had a vegetable patch, and most families kept chickens or

each step, Briony's

really lived in such a remote, impoverished

much farther?" Briony

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

Briony looked up.

was only a single stone