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.

pause, he let out a heavy sigh and left

later, the

entered, carrying

you some

warmth eased her raw throat. Bianca set the mug aside, her expression soft

know what happened between you and Mr. Stewart, but I can tell he truly cares. You

"I

fever was from severe inflammation, but you've had an IV and your temperature's dropping. The doctor

silent,

off from

realized something was wrong by now. If they'd alerted

there anything

but after a moment's thought

"Of course."

off the covers and

shot through her left ankle, but she gritted her teeth and took a

the door, then hobbled

brushed the doorknob, the chain around

her jaw

moment, the

Briony stumbled back, startled.

entered, shutting the door

few paces

bandage covered Stewart's temple—a wound she'd

memory of that night flooding back-his force, her terror. Her breath caught. Her spine

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

voice. "Please, Stewart. I'm begging you. Just

have to be

He