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.

dock. You haven't eaten since this morning-I asked them to prepare

to

the

door, lips pressed into a

moment, he turned

the seasickness had killed

hours crawled by in

yacht reached the

hurried off the boat, hand clasped over her mouth, and made it to a nearby

and handing it to her. She took it gratefully and rinsed out her

been churning in her stomach finally

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

Briony cut him off,

gave her a brief nod.

...

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

Shaw had rented a Volkswagen

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

watched the scenery grow more and more primitive, her worry deepening with

a thicket of trees and arrived at a small village called

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

at the edge of the

into the

stone cottages. Every yard had a vegetable patch, and most

step, Briony's

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

farther?"

leading the way, glanced back. "Almost

Briony looked up.

was only a single stone cottage