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.

let out a heavy sigh and left the

later, the door

entered, carrying

your throat's inflamed. I made you some

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

don't know what happened between you and Mr. Stewart, but I can tell he truly cares. You were burning up, unconscious for a whole day and

"I slept that

had an IV and your temperature's dropping. The doctor will check

fell silent,

off from the outside world

and the others must have realized something was wrong by now. If they'd alerted the police, Southcreek Manor would definitely be

there

a moment's thought said, "Some plain

"Of course."

threw off

but she gritted

door, then hobbled

her fingers brushed the doorknob, the chain

clenched her jaw in

that moment, the

Briony stumbled back, startled.

shutting the

a few paces

strip of bandage covered Stewart's temple—a wound she'd inflicted with a

back-his force,

then lifted to

voice. "Please, Stewart.

to be

He