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.

two hours before we dock. You

she replied coolly. "I just want to rest.

she shut the door in

at the closed door, lips pressed into

he turned and walked

the seasickness had killed her

crawled by in a haze of nausea

last, the yacht reached

boat, hand clasped over her mouth, and made it to a nearby trash can before

water and handing it

in her stomach finally

"Are you sure you're okay? If you need to rest, we can find a guesthouse nearby and wait

Briony cut him off, her

a brief nod.

...

from the dock to where

a Volkswagen at the

kilometers out from the port,

and more primitive, her worry deepening with every

thicket of trees and arrived

winding. It was impossible to take the

parked at the edge of the

out, their shoes sinking into the muddy,

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

Briony's

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, not very