Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 417

Briony drifted in and out of consciousness for a day and a night. When she finally

woke, her head throbbed and every muscle ached.

The room was dim, shadows pooled in the corners.

She tried to lift her hand, only to realize someone was holding it.

Startled, she turned her head.

The man beside her opened his eyes, dark and intent as they met hers.

"You're awake?"

Briony's breath caught. She tried to pull her hand away, but he wouldn't let go.

"Stewart, you—" Her voice broke off into a painful, scratchy cough.

Stewart was instantly on his feet, stepping away from the bed.

He poured a glass of warm water from a thermos and returned to her side.

"Here, drink some water. It'll help your throat."

He steadied the cup in one hand and gently helped her sit up with the other.

Briony's coughing fit left her cheeks flushed. She slapped the cup from his hand- water splashed everywhere, shards of glass scattered across the floor.

She shoved him away, bracing herself on the bed, her eyes blazing with anger and hurt. "I don't need your fake concern... cough..."

Stewart watched her, lips pressed into a tight, silent line. She looked so stubborn, so miserable.

a long pause, he let out a heavy sigh and left the

later, the door opened

entered, carrying

some

the mug Bianca offered, and the warmth eased her raw throat. Bianca set the mug

what happened between you and Mr. Stewart, but I can tell he truly cares. You were burning up, unconscious for a whole day and night. He never left your

"I

inflammation, but you've had an

silent, brows

she'd been cut off from the outside world for

the others must have realized something was wrong by now. If they'd

hungry? Is there anything

after a moment's thought said, "Some plain noodles,

"Of course."

Briony threw off the covers and tried to

ankle, but she gritted her teeth and took a few tentative

door, then

brushed the doorknob, the chain around her ankle jerked tight, stopping her

her

the door

Briony stumbled back, startled.

entered, shutting the door

tense a few

covered Stewart's temple—a wound

flooding back-his force, her terror. Her

her left foot, then lifted to her face. "Does your ankle still

go," Briony pleaded, desperation in her voice. "Please, Stewart. I'm begging you. Just

don't have to be afraid

He